When I saw Her (a poem my friend wrote)

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When I First Saw Her

She Took My Breath Away

She Made Me Want To Stay

I Didn't Know What To Say

I Felt A Connection 

She Is Now Under My Protection

I Will Always Respect Her

And Never  Take her For Granted

I'll Spoil Her Until I'm Poor

At least Then I Know  I Cant Give More, Than Love

Yet She Always Goes For The Bad Guys 

Those Who Only Use Her 

This Brings My Utter Demise

Rage Builds Within Me

Yet What Can I Do

The Eternal Question I Ask 

Why Do Nice Guys always Finish last

                                                         ~Brandon Esterhuizen 

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