With short cut hair, to sprinkling smile
Walking to bus, one and half mile
Those words you spoke, made me glued
To your heart, what do I conclude
That sight of you, curious I am
Heart inside me, hits a love slam
That boy in here, becomes a man
I can’t say it, god damn
If what I say, is what I mean
That love for you is simply keen
To face you now, even more
You are the one, every moment I adore.
Never that I said this all
Love is not a bouncing ball
Close to your heart, I try to get
Those several moments, I never forget
This seems so clear, its complicated
The love game of us, is now fabricated
Never showed what I’ve been feeling
In front of you I’m now kneeling
Open your eyes, and look around
We two can be together bound
With buzzing around, those honey bees
Look girl, I’m on my knees
Don’t be shy, smiling people those.
Is this what they call propose?
If its so, so do I
Alone without you, I can not fly
I need you to be my accomplice
Look at my face, its full of bliss
I look at yours, don’t be afraid
This is what your love had made.
Its you and will always be, my love of life with blasting bang
Even if I leave you now, I’ll come back like a boomerang
So, now I say those magic words
That fly with me like tweeting birds
So can we start our life brand new
Here it goes sweetheart, I love you.
Last moment I have, now it’s a question I ask
Until now, this was the hardest task
Whatever it is, happy or sad
We’ll be together, good times or bad
So I ask my final question, its you through life, I’ll carry
This idiot in front of you, will you marry?
Here in front of you, it’s a wedding dress
My love, we’ll have a wonderful life, please say “YES”.
I pride myself on being in control of my emotions(or so I think anyways)…most of times, but encroaches the hour when even the most detached gets that jolt in their heart. A love poem, to whom? only the writer may know?
What do you think is the writers chance of getting his “one”, with this poem?