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Sep 2018
I remember when I was young,
I read about sirens, in a rapture,
And vividly remember being stung,
When I found out they were half-vulture.

But why would a loon
Drown just to listen
To a melodious tune?

I found my answer,
A few years after.
When I found myself
Listening to her laughter.

I remember thinking about the cause
Of everything before I realised,
She was all there was.

I wish she could see what I do,
That she's even prettier than the colour blue.
The way her eyes twinkled,
God sure hath cosmic dust sprinkled.

Every day I find myself,
Falling deeper and deeper.
I wouldn't change it for the world,
That girl's a keeper.

The first time I heared her sing,
Church bells tolled in my head.
And that night, I heard her voice
As I lay awake in bed.

I couldn't pen down
My feelings for her even if I tried.
'To err is human' they say,
But this time, I'm absolutely right.

If she ever asks me to
Choose between her and the rest,
I'd tell her I'll try my best.
For I'm in for the long haul.
In the end, there really was no choice at all.

Never thought I'd write anything,
Didn't really know how.
But, now, give me some time
And I could write a poem about her brow.

I don't know how she puts up with me,
And I don't really care.
But everyday I thank her
For being right here.

She's so ****** perfect,
I think about her for hours.
I'll never forget the day
I held her under the stars.

When she rolls her eyes,
I swear she can melt even ice.
I'm almost done writing,
All I need to do is cross some 'T's and dot some 'I's.

I used to have no aims or goals,
But she changed it all.
For now I dream of a life
With her, as my wife.
Written by
Ripudaman Singh  17/M
(17/M)   
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