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It was you?

So it was you this whole time, huh? The so called charmer. My Romeo, my prince, my knight in shinning armor. Your in the stories I read, what the folks talk about. This has to be what I think it is. Every time I see you, I get butterflies in my stomach. Knowledge in my head replaced by heart shaped clouds and angels singing in soprano. You hit me with cupid's arrow, and I deserve an apology. Stop smiling like that. Don't walk like that. I can't stop smiling when I hear your laugh. Why do you exist? What's your purpose? Every time I see you, my heart stops beating. My face..am I blushing!? I'm always thinking of you. Always writing your name with bells and hearts. I'm really starting to think I'm cursed. Why is your hair so perfect to me? Again with the smiling, stop it! It's driving me crazy! Why are you doing this to me? It was you the whole time. I don't know how this happened, we're nothing alike! This feeling is a feeling I never felt. Who would've thought I would love someone other than myself?

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Christopher Correia

'Who would've thought I would love someone other than myself?'  such a great line for a 'love' poem, (I believe poets are essentially narcissistic at the core anyway, lol) the rest of the poem is quite good as well, cheers  

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