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**For my secret crush**....wrote this driving-----Estimated time:19 mins---Hope she likes it[lol]
Posted by Marcovany
on
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
in
Poetry
Mister to the misses’
To the woman I love, so tender and kind,
To refuse your beauty I may just be blind.
You gave me your heart and got me to wonder,
The love hit me so hard it felt just like thunder.
Every night I dream of your sweet kiss,
If I lived without, I would surely miss.
The gleam in your eyes make me smile,
For one stare I’d walk more than a mile.
You gave me hope in a time of need,
Baby, I would never burn you even if you were weed.
******, on my 22nd birthday all I wish,
You stay the main course on my dish.
Stay sweet, gentle, charming and mine,
Cuz’ if you were a crime I’d gladly pay the fine.
I’ll kiss you day in, and day out,
Even if thirsty or in a long drought.
Though I’m an athlete, this is no game,
It’s gotten so serious you practically have my last name.
Your in my mind every single day,
You’d be in my pocket, If I had things my way.
Please take this poem with my heart In every word,
And let your thoughts go wild, like a flying bird.
My name is Marcovany and I’m your man and more,
Thank God you transformed me from a “Man-Whore”[lol…]
Tons of kisses and best of wishes from the mister to the misses’.
-Marcovany Eugene
To the woman I love, so tender and kind,
To refuse your beauty I may just be blind.
You gave me your heart and got me to wonder,
The love hit me so hard it felt just like thunder.
Every night I dream of your sweet kiss,
If I lived without, I would surely miss.
The gleam in your eyes make me smile,
For one stare I’d walk more than a mile.
You gave me hope in a time of need,
Baby, I would never burn you even if you were weed.
******, on my 22nd birthday all I wish,
You stay the main course on my dish.
Stay sweet, gentle, charming and mine,
Cuz’ if you were a crime I’d gladly pay the fine.
I’ll kiss you day in, and day out,
Even if thirsty or in a long drought.
Though I’m an athlete, this is no game,
It’s gotten so serious you practically have my last name.
Your in my mind every single day,
You’d be in my pocket, If I had things my way.
Please take this poem with my heart In every word,
And let your thoughts go wild, like a flying bird.
My name is Marcovany and I’m your man and more,
Thank God you transformed me from a “Man-Whore”[lol…]
Tons of kisses and best of wishes from the mister to the misses’.
-Marcovany Eugene
