I can remember
The first time we met.
You were so cocksure
And I so hard-set.
Somehow I knew
From the time my coffee
Hit your new
Shirt that it was meant to be.
Do forgive me if this
Poem is perhaps too sentimental.
You see, I figured a kiss
would be too banal.
I will say this, however,
You are the one I prefer.














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Wonderful work. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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