Young Loves Fairytale
By Cope
Sometimes I think, When will it end? When will our dream, Be blown by the wind? Everything’s so perfect, Living in complete awe. No matter how hard I try, I can’t find a flaw. She is so caring, Gentle inside and out. I’ve found my soul mate, There’s no doubt. We do everything together, Nothing we can’t talk about. Our love like and ocean, Forever without drought. Already she’s my angel, Still it hasn’t been long. Our love is young, Hopefully it remains strong. This love she has given me, Simply knocked me off my feet. My love is so strong for her, No one will ever compete. Fairytales begin, Having their ups and downs, Bringing laughter and smiles, Sometimes even frowns. No matter where I am, Even if we’re in different towns, Hopefully someday, We’ll be looking at wedding gowns. This poem is for her, It she will never see, But in love with her, I will always be. August 23, 2001 Written August 23rd, 2001 © on Apr 09 2002 11:51 AM PST 0 • 8
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