We all have an image of the kind of guy we would like to date and eventually marry. What kind of guy are you looking for? Have you found Mr. Right yet? I know that I haven't but back in high school I used to write poetry about the man I would like to be with. Most the guys I dated seemed like the type but now about twenty years later I am realizing it was all a fantasy.
There isn't anything wrong with it. In fact I'd encourage you to keep dreaming of that perfect guy (even though perfect doesn't exist) you can find close to it. Here is a poem I've written in regards a few guys I have dated and how my emotions flipped flopped all around.
Hope you enjoy!
He is wonderful
He is sweet
He is everything to me
He is nice
He is charming
He is kind, but he is all mine
He is loving
He is caring
He is understanding and he's always here
He is cool
He is weird
He is crazy, every time I'm near
He is cute
He is not
He is everything that your note
He is stupid
He is a jerk
He is dumb but I love him more
He loves me just for me
He enjoys me every time
He is always far from me
He is always late
He is never on time for dates
That's why he sets his clock five minutes fast
He loves me
He leaves me all alone
Each and every time he has to go
He gives kisses
He holds my hand
He holds me in his arms and never wants to let go
He says good-bye, until we meet next time
I hope you've enjoyed this poem and remember it takes a while to find that true love. However, you need to work for it and put the time and effort into the relationship. Remember, that all relationships will be tough but they have there good times as well. Communication is key, just take your time and you will see.
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MICHELLE SMITH
Be the inspiration you want others to see. I just want to inspire others through poetry. We all need a bit of positivity and to know that there are others going through similar situations.
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