A traditional love poem
Let me be your traditional love poem in this world full of contemporary letters. I want to love you, like before Where an eight lined piece, can be more Despite of the measure it holds It is where your first true love molds You'll be counting from your fingers You'll be feeling where it lingers You'll be losing words of your own To follow the pattern and tone But don't lose the passion and faith Also learn to follow the blue red blue Observe love always and less hate For love isn't selfish it's for me and you As I look for you in my verses The more I got these stiches When I make you one of these pieces The more I feel the pain in my speeches For I know that there isn't tomorrow No books to borrow No messages to read No more dinner dates that I need But hey, let me be your traditional love poem Let me give you a half made song When this can be my love-totem; A reminder that this is a love that will never go wrong I know this...