For those who are counting, this is my third attempt at poetry and as always inspired by the same person. I am reneging on my word given to the same person by writing this poem, but hey Isn't "All fair in ............................"
What is it about you, that makes me miss you,
believe me it's true, like a baby is new;
Though we haven't spent much time, like the church bells chime,
I'm willing to meet at prime, and hope the hour wont sublime;
What is it about you, that makes me like you,
believe me it's true, like the redwoods grew;
Are you not seeing my zeal? it's like the shock of an eel;
I hope you hear my appeal, I think of you more than I meal,
What is about you, that makes me love you,
believe me it's true, like the strength of glue;
Remember when we had tea? why din't you answer my plea?
I think it is meant to be, because I need you for me;
what is it about you, that makes me adore you,
believe me it's true, like the oceans are blue;
It's time that you gave us a try, like the way you learn't to fly,
that will stop my heart from fry, and make my life sweet as a pie.
As some of you may know, I am not very good with punctuation, so forgive me for that. But any kind of critical review is welcome as always.
