The way my princess stands
The way she speaks
Her voice itself
Her face
Her eyes
Her smile
Her laugh
Her emotions
Her personality
The way she walks, runs and jogs
Are all very less than perfect royalty
But because she is the way she is, she stands out
Maybe only to me
Or to the whole world
But no matter what she looks like or what she does
SHE IS MY FIANCE'
My true love
My heart
My thoughts
My soul
My smile
My hurt
My love
My joy
My everything
I don't mean this to be clique'
I literally can't imagine being without her longer than necessary
It's not puppy love
Despite what you say I know that her and I are a great match
I don't know if she's the one yet
But what I do know is....
I never want to know what if feels like to think/say "Man, she's the one that got away...”
She'll be there for me
She tries to make me smile
She wants to be the best woman for me
She won't hurt me on purpose
I know what I feel
And I know that this is love
Who cares if we're so young
Just like Death
Love comes anywhere and everywhere
Being anyone or anything
Its not enough to say "I love you"
But I don't think that any words can ever amount to what I feel.
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PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
