Based on an ACTUAL,TRUE story!(see other love poems by me)
It's happened!
My dream has come true!
It's happened!
To me, not to you!
I told him of my longing for he,
And he told me who he liked.......me!
So now, I guess it's safe to say
That we're a pair
Day after day
But....he's a little shy
He doesn't people to know....why?
They'll make fun, he says
Who cares?I say,
When I'm caught in a daze
Of love!
It's happened!
I never thought it would!
And he is so nice(and his grades are good)
He's funny, and cute,and everything you want him to be,
And all of it likes ME!
Well, it HAS happened.
Yep,it really has.
And when this happens
I can't sit around,dazed as
A donkey
Make things work,
Put it together
And I'll assure you you'll be together for ever
(Or at least until the end of 6th grade)
It's actually happened,
I'm not lying,I swear.
And if you think we won't last,
I don't care
I'm as happy as a bird and
As cheerful as the sun
After this amazing event accured
And I just have one thing less to say, no more then a word......
HE'S MINE!
Ready to come out
The giggles built inside me
Come pouring out!
Whenever he says something nice
About my clothes, or my hair
I get the giggles, suffice
To say he is still standing there
I try to compress my giggles,
But they will not be stopped!
The tears of laughter in my eyes
They need to be mopped
Oh how I wish he would reach out and brush them away
Hold me close and he would pray
That would be together day after day
But until then
I'll always have the
GIGGLES!
(tee hee)
It's......
Heaven.
When he's not there,
I....
NEED to be with him.
His laugh, his jokes, his voice, HIM.
Him and I? Will it happen?
I hope it does.
Otherwise I'll sit here writing poems about it.
Doesn't he know I like him?Doesn't he like me back?
PLEEEAAAASSSEEEE like me back.
Oh, him.
Him and I.
He has
perfect nose perfect eyes
perfect hair and he doesn't tell lies
I really wish I could talk to him!
Oh my gosh!
Here he comes!
What should I do?What should I say?
Here he comes.
Here he is.
H e says,'Hey.'
I almost die!
He says,'You dropped this.'An d he holds out my disenfectant liquid.
Sigh...at least he knows I'm clean.
I would talk to him.
If only I wasn't so....
Shy.
He says she has:
Beautiful hair,
beautiful nose,
beautiful feet,
beautiful rose.
Aaah! How beautiful she is,
my heart starts to quicken,
I feel like a chicken,
compared with her.
I want to marry her,
how much does she cost?
My parents won't let me,
but I really must.
She has a rose,
it is ready for me,
and one day I'll ask:
Roberta will you marry me?
ROBERT
by Judit Duran Calzada
