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What lover's do.


Being in love feels like you're on top of the world, and man what a view. Trying to solve the mystery of love is only done without the help of a clue. And for it, some can say over the cuckoo's nest is a place where they flew. Life is better shared and the math is one plus one equals two. Feels good to meet someone you can send flowers and write poems for like roses and a lover's haiku. In hopes that you will be able to impress and someday maybe can woo. Both knowing that together you can turn the rainy day's dark skies into sunny and blue. For most of us this kind of love is something that's been long overdue. If you can feel me your heads nodding up and down while saying" Lil Gary this poem is so true". That special someone that makes you stand up in front of God and the world to say two words...... I DO. Next comes the honeymoon thats somewhere exotic like the tropical beaches of Kalamazoo. Making love you start to realize is something so special and so new. Everything up until now was false love AKA just a screw. Trying new things together like eating raw oysters and learning what the hell is a fondue. Growing occurs naturally, but takes hard work to say together we grew. With every bumpy road life takes you down, every back street and every avenue. Every hard time and disappointment that led you to argue. Everyday your Love grew stronger to build a band that no one can ever undo. Hopefully now because you both just got a matching tattoo. And sharing the same name because you both go by My Boo. Always stuck together by using communication for glue. Showing every day how much you care, because caring is an action that you'll never stop or ever be through. For one day we all got to die and in a love poem to talk about death for me is really taboo. When the day comes and the math says one where it used to say two. You better buy stock in the company that owns Kleenex tissue. Why you may wonder do people go through all this crazy stuff, are we sick with some kind of lover's flu? Honestly I wish I could tell you I knew. Till then I'll say geuss that's just what lover's do......
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LilGary76
Ty for reading something I wrote!
🌼𝕙𝕩𝕟𝕖𝕪𝕓𝕖𝕖.🐝
<p>BARS!!!!</p><p>damn, man.&nbsp; Truth up here I wasn&#39;t ready for.</p>
LilGary76
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