Note: If you follow most of my blog entries, I warn you, you’d find this sappy and unhealthily romantic. This just popped into my mind and I wrote this myself (not because a friend asked for a romance poem for CW class or whatever). Trust me, I have no idea either.
Before all this silliness happened, I actually find
It funny that one can be suddenly infatuated.
When it struck me, there’s change of mind;
Wow! This feels different but sweetly captivated.
Because every night I stare at the ceiling,
Your face is the last image I see.
Then when I wake up in the morning,
It’s the thought of you that preoccupies me.
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