Re: Love poems.
Connor is strange,
He sometimes can be a pain,
But he is really great,
Definitely not second rate,
Has a really sweet heart,
(I really like that part)
He's great at shooting bullets,
But I really hate his mullet,
He's a really awesome guy,
and I hate to say goodbye,
But maybe it's for the best,
That makes me feel depressed,
But whatever the reason,
And whatever the season,
Whatever I do,
I will not forget you.
Can you do the same?
Will you still remember my name?
Will you remember?
The time we met last september?
I guess we shall see,
If you also remember me.
My dearest, dearest Connor,
It has been such an honor,
To get to know you this past year,
But here is my greatest fear,
That you will soon forget,
That we ever even met,
You'll leave me here in sorrow,
and forget me by tomorrow.
You'll find someone else to adore,
And I shall have to endure,
And watch you fall in love,
I'll sit here, mourning like a dove.
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