Just a poem I wrote a little while ago. I've always been the nervous type, so I've never shown (showed?) it to anyone before. Regardless, as it stands, it has to see the light of day sometime. So, here it is...











With simple words, I never could,
Express the way I feel,
How every time you smile at me,
I wonder, is this real?

I looked for love, the thing I lost,
And in you, found it true,
And girl, I love you oh so much,
But can you love me, too?

Me, with all my quirks and faults,
My annoying little traits,
Could you take me as I am,
With never a complaint?

It's funny how, these things work out,
These matters of the heart,
I cannot tell you how I feel,
But baby, it's a start.