A Heartfelt Serenade: A Poem of Love and Longing
A Heartfelt Serenade: A Poem of Love and Longing
(Dear friend, I do not know what gave you)
Slide:
Good afternoon Miss, I write to you today, To arrange a meeting, if I may. I stand ready, Hoping for your reply, of course. I’ll send a photo, But I’d rather intrigue you with my prose.
Looking for moments that will last, More beautiful than those in the past. I promise to return, Or feel the day, The minutes as we fly, Lost in each other’s gaze, With a single glance, we will…
You would think that this would be a start, But I decided, After a thousand leaves plucked, Because tomorrow is uncertain, To find water in the desert, To quench your thirst for love, And the heat will cool my wind.
I’ll watch you in the rain and create your rainbow, Calm your bile, Watch over you as an echo chamber, No love lost. I would give you years, I would not trade your tears for damages. I’ll be a forward to the day I get to invite you to dream, to fly, Imagining the moment that would actually be. I offer you not summer love, But the good of the healthy, Holding hands, This would be our truth.
How nice it would be to run with a pet in the prairie, A campfire, a good dinner, and a wooden house, As cute as you. It’s inside, not outside. I’m so sure of yourself, That being in front of you, I could die. But here I am, Miss, Sorry if you don’t notice this quote. I’m just one more that invites. I hope my post is to your liking, Sorry if my heart shovels, But it’s that (you are what I had expected.)
Chorus:
I love to see you walk, And see people whisper, My patience is over, I’ll steal your heart. I close my eyes and you’re here, Hope is my truth, Your feeling is a mystery, I ask you for a chance.
Nach:
Miss, God has a plan for everyone in this world, And I have one for you, just allow me one second. I mean, relax and be served a drink. I know sir, but my point is that of a bum.
Miss, Celebrate, know that this heart, When I walk, And I suggest that we would make a cute couple, If you let me. I’m not the highest bidder, And it is with regret that beauty is a pastor.
Miss, your fingers cure diseases, Like E.T., you’re a Goddess like Nefertiti, Life smiles and colors like graffiti, And you’re always on my mind, Surprising as confetti.
Miss, no joke, I breathe your aroma, I put on my best clothes, And I would train a rope. Look at me, I love dilated pupils, When you are there, so pretty, I feel that I need batteries.
Miss, you love me, It’s like my anesthesia. I look for you in my classes, Sunday at church. Well, we know it’s easy, To go with me to the movies, I promise not to look at your buttocks, When walking.
Miss, What happens is that I picture you with wings, Since then, I look, And am able to dodge bullets. I’ve dedicated songs without a flag, But with that value, I fly without wings, without a portfolio.
Lady, who do you like to hear music? (All) I hear good rap, no problem, Does it not bother you? (Of course not) Then, Shall we prepare the wedding? (Are you crazy) Do you want to be my girlfriend? (I think)
Chorus:
I love to see you walk, And see people whisper, My patience is over, I’ll steal your heart. I close my eyes and you’re here, Hope is my truth, Your feeling is a mystery, I ask you for a chance.