Scuffed heels, faded dress.
Frizzy hair, smeared lipstick.
You couldn’t careless.
Because you’re love sick.
You love that girl.
Why? No one knows.
Maybe it’s the way she dances and twirls.
Or the way she laughs, how she recites poetry and prose.
People can’t understand it.
Maybe it’s too magical for the ordinary eye.
Don’t let them get to you, don’t you dare quit.
For this love doesn’t deserve to die.
Fight your wars, but always come home,
Never purposely break your promises.
For better or for worse, whatever storms come.
Give her affection, hugs and kisses.
But boy, always remember the first day you met her.
How you felt like you could fly.
Because it will not always be easy, sometimes it will be bitter.
But never give up; and never say goodbye.