February 26, 2019
In this town, I remember when I was a new comer
Never really liked the place yet It was loved by my mother
Didn't even know that you were my secret admirer
But now look we're married and you became my loverI was a weirdo and you were a perfect lady
Your face is in the other level, like the sleeping beauty
Never imagined myself to have a wife this pretty
Glad that I was born to be this kind of a luckyYears ago, they said you always follow me
And everyday I regret that I didn't turned my back to see thee
But It doesn't matter now because look what I have
Happy and contented with my children and my one and only loveUsually telling our children and their sons and daughters our story
They always got furious and will tell me
"You're a coplete idiot, grandfather"
I guess they're right cuz' I let my wife became my stalkerNow you hugged me as I lie here in bed
"I love you stalker and I'm glad that you caught me when I fell"
I said that as I wait for the dead
To come and get me as I took my last farewellLove, No One
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Love, No One
PoetryA compilation of poems for everyone written by no one. [Book One: Love, No One (On-going)]