Poems

Poem #9

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Sitting in the rain

No umbrella to shield me

Trying to hide my chill

But truely enjoying the thrill

This was the thrill that kept me alive

Until I met you

Someone who was not a petite in size

Someone who stood next to my side

Put an umbrella over my head

And asked me was I alright

She gave me such a fright

That I fell into a puddle close to our site

You laughed and asked me if I wanted to come inside

I sighed at your reply

And I asked where is this inside

You pointed to a door that I never noticed before

I followed you inside this bakery

And you gave me a towel so I could dry

As the smell of breads and sweets hit my nose

You then gave me some tea to wash off the cold

You started to ask questions about me

I was shocked but, I didn't want to impose

For these questions I've never been asked before

As we chatted about ourselves

I felt something that I haven't felt in awhile

A crush that made my heart go boom

On that dark rainy night

But alas the sky cleared up and it became so bright

I decide to take my leave

But, before I left I asked so shyly shall we meet again

And she said, "Yes, we just might."

Everyday after that was filled with such delight

Every morning, afternoon, and midnight became so bright

Every day with her just felt so right

And everything became so much better

When I asked her to become my wife

And she said,

"Yes, I might just become your wife."

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