For The Young Ones

He's writing me, he is!

He remembers me, he does!

He's thinking of me, I hope!

Oh, what a thrill, he's so cute!



I see him now and then,

but does not know I exists,

until the day, we met,

and he looked straight into my eyes.



I wonder if he's the one,

who'll make my heart to jump,

but if he's another one of those,

Oh, heck, what have I got to loose.



            The End

A poem for the young and the reckless,

enjoy them my dearest,life is awesome!


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phil_carcione's picture

Hey how about us old and reckless?

Afzal Shauq's picture

a sweet and realiy based poem..interesting and I am sure the one who has come into your heart these days is fair to you..because your words show hs faith and your willingness for him..hope he is also right and say the same way..well done and liked this poem