NZ - Hello Poetry

NZ Aug 2010

Love is a dance
that is danced
untill the lovers
can't love anymore.

NZ Aug 2010

May 1999, on my way to school on day I saw you I wanted to be with you. On the way home, I saw you again. I saw you most days.

    By June, I realised you went to our school. I felt like I knew you, but I'd never talked to you.

     In September, you were in my class. I flet a rush of hope that I finally talk to you.

      In October, I did finally talk to you. Because of a science project. Your name was Mike and you were a wiz in class.

      By January 2000, we were good friends and did a lot of projects toghther.

       At the end of June, I had changed schools. I realised that I can't live without you.

NZ Aug 2010

My Only Love

Two years ago springtime I saw a boy in the park and promised myself I would marry him come next year.

   One day in early summer, I finally found myself talking to him.  Every word made me love him even more.  I would marry him no matter what.

    One night in fall, after a date he took me to the Park. He knelt to the ground pulled out a ring and said: "Madison, my only love will you marry me?"

      In December, when I was shopping for my wedding dress, my phone rang and I ran to the hospital. When I got there my soon-to-be-husband was in a hospital bed because of a heart attack. Later that month, he had another heart attack and the doctors said that if he wanted to live to see us get married he would have to stop smoking.

       We got married later that year and lived a happy live with two children, and died when we were eightyfour. We were married over fifty years.

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