I am eighteen,
I know love,
I am only eighteen,
Yet I cannot count the amount,
Of love poems,
And letters I have written.From puppy love, to real
I know it,
But I am only eighteen.
Platonic and romantic,
I know love,
StillIt amazes me,
Her beauty in the most
Simplest of forms,
My love, she is beautiful.
Her eyes are soulful,
Her smile full of humor,No one can say,
It is not love,Her hair is soft,
Her skin is bright,
Her touch is soothing,
No one can tell me,
I am not in love,I love her,
I am dedicated to her,
I love her,
I want to hold on to that love,
At all costs.Lying next to her, I feel like
The luckiest soul in the world,
I'm in awe of the person she is,
Her own person,
In depth I don't know her thoughts,
I am in awe,
I am in love,
I know love.
And it is her.<3
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