He sits on a pedestal to high to see Hes a product of heaven whoses love is not free White shirt and jeans he's disguised to to appel This vision exciting, he isn't quite real An exceptional being, a humorus soul Winning his heart an exceptional goal All I ador What is this love for? On this ordinary earth What can be my worth? There is no question of this Angel I know But dreams are for beings that have nothing to show
Reason for writing:
My very good friend wrote this poem about a MAJOR crush i had on a guy in high school. These were my thoughts of him. She always had a way with words.
thanks Joanie :)
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