I started writing poetry about 4 years ago/
“Love†that was the name of the first poem I ever wrote/
I sat about 10 minutes than gave you the finished product/
I was hoping you would liked it like a rich girl likes Prada/
And to my surprise you just kept smiling and said you liked it/
Yet you Looked at me in disbelief like did you really write this/?
Those were not your words exactly but you implied it/
So I reassured you the love from my heart was the source that supplied it/
It was just for you from myself cause that’s how I truly feel/
I didn’t say felt because how I felt then is how I still feel/
Just because it’s been years and I’m still writing for you/
And were not together doesn’t mean I lost the love for you/
It’s as fresh as the forest mist on the dawn before sunrise/
You know the scent that’s carried with the cool air from the pines/
And it remains to be as strong as category 10-hurricane winds/
But there’s no happy ending because true love never really ends/
As you should know so there’s no need in going on any more/
Maybe this is getting old but I guess I could say it once more/
…I love you…
