The honey moon phase is taking place,
And I've got nothing but adoration when I look at his face.
My friends who are closest say, 'it is dear',
while my oldest friends say, 'be careful', and 'don't fear'.
I've taken these words to the heart,
I know that we're just at the start,
but his gentle ways strike like a dart.
He treats me right, and he's smart.
He loves his mother, and gives his remarks.
It's the littlest things that create the sparks.
There was a connection made between our hearts.
I know it seems silly, right now you see,
but I hope you can grasp how happy he makes me.
I'm much less than perfect and that I'll admit,
but if you saw how great he treats me, I feel you'd been smit.
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Author:
Adrianna Kjeld (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2017 23:02
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Nice writing. Lovely sentiment here, long may it last for you both.
Thank you so much! I appreciate it.
Adrianna, love your poem overall, like the wording, the rhyming, the structure and the subject matter....until the last word on the last line. I know it rhymes, but to finish such a beautiful poem with that kind of word, somehow does not feel right.
I meant it humorously but I definitely understand why one would dislike that particular word choice. Thankful for your input, as always- Adrianna
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