by Brianna G. Harte
My words shall be short
As there is not much I need to say
That you don’t know, for you’ve known me for so long
Though I hope I don’t sound cliché.
Yet there’s always some surprise,
you’ll always have in store,
some twinkle in your eyes
that warms me to the core.
We’ll laugh when they wonder
If this poem is true
Whether or not I have a wonderful man
And whether or not it’s you.
Copyright © 2015 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.