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Current mood:  tired Category: Writing and Poetry
She is a person which words can't describe,
Our texting going off with a vibe.
She thinks that I'm perfect in everyway,
If i was asked...i would so no way.
Yet she loves me relentless,
And i can't regret this.
How could i regret what brings me such joy,
Seeing her on AIM...makes me say " Oh Boy ! ! !"
Our chatting alone gives us the shakes,
True love that if shown would cause earthquakes.
Its power unknown to any known charts,
The power that lies in our hearts.
We've yet to meet person to person,
But our love has yet to worsen.
She is my penguin....this may confuse you,
but for her......anything i would do.
She is my muse to writing with love,
Her beauty greater than the Dove.
I like to buy gifts for my friends,
But maybe for her.....it depends.
She gave me so much that i could never repay her.
So i guess to afford its off to manual labor.
This is the end I must admit,
My love still growing by leaps and by bit.
4:25 PM
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