Precious

I Love To Hear A Precious Girl,

Her Voice It Makes My Heart Unfurl.

I Think Of Things I'd Like To Say,

But How Would She React, Which Way.



I Think About Her Quite A Bit,

Especially When Alone I Sit.

I Think Of What I'd Like To Do,

And Even If I Should Tell You.



I Know I Like You Quite A Lot,

And In My Eyes You Are So Hot.

You Always Try To Help Me Out,

You Give Me Hope When I'm In Doubt.



God I'd Like To Let You Know,

How Inside My Feelings Grow.

That Just To Hear You Makes My Day,

But I'm Afraid Of What You'd Say.



Inside My Head, Your Pretty Face,

It Seems As Soft As Finest Lace.

I See Your Mouth, Your Pretty Eyes,

Your Awesome Looks You Can't Disguise.



With You I'd Like To Spend Some Time,

To Just Hang Out, It Would Be Prime.

Just For You To Be With Me,

So All Your Beauty I Could See.



Each Day I Like You Even More,

I Think You See Me As A Bore.

But How I Hope That This Will Change,

And That You Won't Drift From My Range.



And So To Close My Precious One,

My Writing Now Is Almost Done.

I'm Thinking Of You As I Write,

You're In My Head, A Wonderous Sight.






Author's Notes/Comments: 

Easier To Say What I Want Here Than To Say It To The Person The Poem Is About. You Know T.C.

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Lovely Piece Frank, I bet your words to her are precious too ~ Sarah