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2/16/09 05:07 am - Let's go midterm Poem.
There's nothing like...
...the encounter unexpected,
a glance; then the trance and a want to slow dance.
The slight probability of life completed,
a lance of romance if given the chance.
...a happen in the hallway,
a wile of a smile you're pure sure is true.
You portray the prey of boy in disarray,
But when you look back, she looks back too.
...the same lame shame to tame,
when you amble close over.
A proclaim to fame in claim of her name,
and a hover to recover a cleaver of a fever.
...the stress of how noblesse she's dressed,
your lack to impress; inclination to make a mess.
The distress of losing the courage possessed,
then confess and profess and when she says yes.
...the immense tense sense of suspense
of the grand offhand act unplanned.
Then uncover her common correspondence
to the puzzle piece you call your hand.
There's nothing like..
...smiling and laughing and singing;
aching, and waiting and pining.
There's nothing like..
...holding and clinging and clutching.
There's nothing like..
...liking
and loving
and
ever after-ing.
Mind you, I did this half-drunk. It's for a mid term film.
...the encounter unexpected,
a glance; then the trance and a want to slow dance.
The slight probability of life completed,
a lance of romance if given the chance.
...a happen in the hallway,
a wile of a smile you're pure sure is true.
You portray the prey of boy in disarray,
But when you look back, she looks back too.
...the same lame shame to tame,
when you amble close over.
A proclaim to fame in claim of her name,
and a hover to recover a cleaver of a fever.
...the stress of how noblesse she's dressed,
your lack to impress; inclination to make a mess.
The distress of losing the courage possessed,
then confess and profess and when she says yes.
...the immense tense sense of suspense
of the grand offhand act unplanned.
Then uncover her common correspondence
to the puzzle piece you call your hand.
There's nothing like..
...smiling and laughing and singing;
aching, and waiting and pining.
There's nothing like..
...holding and clinging and clutching.
There's nothing like..
...liking
and loving
and
ever after-ing.
Mind you, I did this half-drunk. It's for a mid term film.
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