My love is so nice,
My love really cares.
He loves me for me,
And not just for fun.1
He is so sweet,
He always compliments.
Never a word,
So hateful and cruel.2
He trusts me,
And believes me,
And is never ashamed.
He speaks to me sweetly,
And never with hate.3
He isn't disgusted,
When I make a mistake.
He never calls me stupid,
Or fat,
Or obsessed.4
He makes me feel good,
Even when I'm sad.
These are the things,
I wish were so true.
Unfortunately most are not. =[5
Don't get me wrong,
He does truly love me.
I remember,
When he used to be a sweety.
Now he is mean,
But not at all times.6
He is sweet when he wants to be,
And sometimes expresses it.
He still makes me feel good,
And that's why I can't stop loving him.
Author notes
I know I'm not the only one who has felt this way before.
How do you like my poem?
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I'm pretty sure you aren't. I haven't, but I can just about imagine how it feels. Happened with some friends before when I was younger.
Anyway, I think this is good. There was a nice flow and the words were simple and clear. Keep writing!
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