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Perfect Match

The sun that lights my moon

But never one dark night

Because I glow when she’s around

And she glows to my delight

 

The cookies to my milk

She makes me much less bland

And I soften up her crunch

As if it was something that we planned

 

The wave running through my ocean

The one that will never crash

Nothing scary nothing big

Just enough to make a splash

 

I’m a cloud floating in an empty sky

She is my silver line

We’re not here to rain on any parade

Just float till the end of time

 

I’m the blob of purple goo

And she’s my nutty pal

Throw us on a piece of bread

Do with us what you shall

 

I’m locked up she’s my key

She opens me like a door

I can tell her all she needs to know

And she can tell me more

 

Where ever you find pavement

There’s grass that’s peeking through

And when I laid my eyes on her

The only flower grew

 

It will never change

There was never a doubt in my mind

On day she will be my wife

There is no one left to find

 

My sun, my cookie, my wave,

My glowing silver line,

My key, my flower, or my wife

What ever she is she’s mine

 

As long as she is in my life

And forever there she’ll stay

There’s one thing I can tell you

She’s why I wake up everyday

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Written by
brandon-campney
American
Published
Jan 2, 2012
Lines·Words
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Notes

Corny, mushy love poem.

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