i love your eyes, the way you dress
I love your hair when it looks a mess
you aren’t fat no matter what they say
if they think your ugly they must be gay

i love your expression, the way you talk
they way you like stuff like biggie and pac
you couldnt look bad no matter how hard you try
you look too good, like bacon, you sizzle and fry

there’s nothing about you that i cant love
you’re like an angel sent from up above
when you talk i skip a beat
your voice almost knocks me off my feet

i hope you don’t find this poem to be too lame
but my love for you, is so hard to explain
with words, with the beat, to the tempo, to the rythem, of my rhyme
the answer of which i search is something that i can not find

the way the words of my love for you flow off my toungue
as i write it on paper, for you to read, you are my moon, you are my sun
i write this poem for you from me
my true love on this paper i hope you see
 
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