A short love poem that does not rhyme, but will mean much more with the passing of time.
  Author unknown

She asked, “Do you think I am pretty?”

He said, “No.”

She asked, “Would you want to be with me forever?”

He said, “No.”

She asked, “If I were to leave would you cry?

Once again he replied, “No.”

With tears streaming down her face she tried to pull away,
but he held her tight.

Then he said, “You're not pretty you're beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away. I would die.



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