Her first love was great,
And her second was even better.
She thought it was awesome,
When she got her first love letter.
She is pretty,
Nice and funny too.
A guy would be lucky to get close,
And call her his boo.
Since then,
It's been nothing but smiles.
How many loves has she had,
It could go on for miles.
It's been months,
Since she's seen her man.
Come on, Boy,
Come seee her if you can.
She thinks about him at night, when she's awake,
And even in her dreams.
Hurry it up, Boy,
Her love is ripping at the seams.
Tiffany Wolf
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/senses-of-love/
