I wrote her a poem, and I don't know if she will like it or not. I'm not like an expert at this or anything and it makes me feel real vulnerable when I do this. But tell me what you think.
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I talk to you every day now.
You’ve become something close, and to explain my feelings I don’t know how.
You’re not just that stranger in the hallway. You’re someone I think about every day, and someone I care about in every way.
When I look up at the blue sky, I dream of you and your beautiful eyes.
But still nothing matches the blue of the girl I call mine.
To me this comes as no surprise.
Something that beautiful is hard to find. And hard to get off my mind. That’s why I thank god every day I found to you. You’re like an angel, like a Saving Grace.
To be honest, I always count the days until I get to see you. I count until I get to see the smile on your face.
It’s the only thing that gets me out of this haze, because you’re my Saving Grace.
You’re my dancer girl, and to me you mean the whole damn world. You’re my Angel. You came down from the clouds.
Because that’s where you live. You walk on the clouds and dance with the wind.
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Don't worry about the stuff about the clouds, and the Saving Grace. That's personal stuff that both of us know about. I'm just wondering if this is OK. Also if there is any suggestions to make it better.
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I talk to you every day now.
You’ve become something close, and to explain my feelings I don’t know how.
You’re not just that stranger in the hallway. You’re someone I think about every day, and someone I care about in every way.
When I look up at the blue sky, I dream of you and your beautiful eyes.
But still nothing matches the blue of the girl I call mine.
To me this comes as no surprise.
Something that beautiful is hard to find. And hard to get off my mind. That’s why I thank god every day I found to you. You’re like an angel, like a Saving Grace.
To be honest, I always count the days until I get to see you. I count until I get to see the smile on your face.
It’s the only thing that gets me out of this haze, because you’re my Saving Grace.
You’re my dancer girl, and to me you mean the whole damn world. You’re my Angel. You came down from the clouds.
Because that’s where you live. You walk on the clouds and dance with the wind.
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Don't worry about the stuff about the clouds, and the Saving Grace. That's personal stuff that both of us know about. I'm just wondering if this is OK. Also if there is any suggestions to make it better.
