Flower On The Sidewalk

Hopeless Romantic

My Grandma says she is staying with us until I get healthy, because she believes the lord won't let me die so young. I believe she is here because when I do die, she wants to comfort her daughter, whom is my mom. Grandma likes baking apple pies, she likes soap operas, she loves the necklace around her neck that Grandpa gave her on his death bed, and she loves poems. I know, I have a typical Grandma, but I have to say she is pretty grand.

Get it! Grand-ma! I know, stupid pun.

She tried to teach me how to write poetry but I think I failed at it. I tried writing you a poem but, well, it didn't work out so well.

My love,

You're beauty is as radiant as the moon!

You soar through the sky with as much beauty as a dove.

If I had the time I'd learn to sing and dance across the universe for you.

You deserve a lifetime of roses, roses that smell as nice as you.

I'd rehearse my song for you a dozen times.

I'd give you a rose every morning I wake up.

I'd dance with you every Friday to our song.

I really don't think that's a poem, more like a rant about someone's infatuation for someone else.

If I prayed for health, do you think my prayer would be answered?