A
short love poem that does not rhyme, but will mean much more with the passing
of time.
Author unknown
She asked, “Do you think I
am pretty?”
He said, “No.”
She asked, “Would you want
to be with me forever?”
He said, “No.”
She asked, “If I were to
leave would you cry?
Once again he replied,
“No.”
With tears streaming down
her face she tried to pull away,
but he held her tight.
Then he said, “You're not
pretty you're beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with
you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away. I would die.
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