Fizzing up inside me
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)

When I'm with him.....
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 is perfect.
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