This has to be special,
For her and for us,
it shouldn't be cheesy or goofy,
to show our love is not lust.

I'll start by telling a story,
of a lady and man,
he would be happy in life,
just holding her hand.

He wonders what she thinks,
and what's going on,
he stares at her from the front porch,
as she plays in the lawn.

She frolics and dances,
tip-toeing along,
he smiles and embraces,
her voice as a song.

Her eyes are like magic,
and her mind is like whoa,
her hair changes colors,
but that’s as far as I’ll go.

In his mind she is perfect,
from her head to her feet,
but he wonders what she thinks,
would her opinion be weak?

At their young age,
they have questions to ask,
one involves a ring,
and their relationship will last.

This poem may not be perfect,
but that won't matter much,
nothing else matters to him,
but the feel of her touch.

To personalize this story,
and not leave your minds sandy,
the man's name is Nick,
and to all he owes is Mandi.
 
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