I love it when u meet this guy. Hes so nice and cute that you think about him all the time and you smile all the time. That he will give you his shirt cuz your cold, and hold u in the rain. And instead of saying your hot he says your pretty. I love it when i go home and i can smell him on my shirt. I think i just love him.
~i know it isnt really a poem but it was too long so here it is~
