His face glows bright,
It is the only thing she sees at night.
His face is angelic,
The halo around his head, made by moonlight.
His eyes twinkle with the stars,
His smile sends out a glowing light.
He holds her for dear life,
He happened to be her favorite sight.
He was hers and she was his,
Her dearest Johnson holds her tight.
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis is a book of... well? poems. All of this is my very own original work. Most of these were created in my Literature class, but yanno. Forgive me, if they are terrible. But I take all blame. :)
