When I'm with him.....
It's......
Heaven.
When he's not there,
I....
NEED to be with him.
His laugh, his jokes, his voice, HIM.
Him and I? Will it happen?
I hope it does.
Otherwise I'll sit here writing poems about it.
Doesn't he know I like him?Doesn't he like me back?
PLEEEAAAASSSEEEE like me back.
Oh, him.
Him and I.

He is perfect.
He has
perfect nose perfect eyes
perfect hair and he doesn't tell lies
I really wish I could talk to him!
Oh my gosh!
Here he comes!
What should I do?What should I say?
Here he comes.
Here he is.
H e says,'Hey.'
I almost die!
He says,'You dropped this.'An d he holds out my disenfectant liquid.
Sigh...at least he knows I'm clean.
I would talk to him.
If only I wasn't so....
Shy.

 
He says she has:
Beautiful hair,
beautiful nose,
beautiful feet,
beautiful rose.

Aaah! How beautiful she is,
my heart starts to quicken,
I feel like a chicken,
compared with her.

I want to marry her,
how much does she cost?
My parents won't let me,
but I really must.

She has a rose,
it is ready for me,
and one day I'll ask:
Roberta will you marry me?

ROBERT

by Judit Duran Calzada