You've probably important things to do
but Saturday, when I looked, there was no poem new.
Because of that truth, here's one for you,
a poem, to say that I'm thinking of you.
I think that you're cute. I think it's a lot!
I've seen a few pictures. To me, you look hot!
My favorite so far, and this is no guess:
The one of you at the table, red hair, in a dress.
I'm thinking:
your smile makes me want to smile.
Thinking of you, I've been smiling for miles!
At least since the moment I noticed you notice me.
OMG! What is this spell you cast over me?
I go to sleep; you're there, in my dreams.
Wake in the morning; wash, work and repeat.
Still, there you are, distracting my mind.
Like, "Seth, set an alarm," or I lose track of time.
Not complaining, I like it, In fact, it is fine!
Better than that; but that doesn't rhyme.
I meant the word - perfect. Perfect for me!
I'm thinking you are! I'm hoping you see.
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Seth Thomas
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