I am a hopeless romantic
When I see a girl
My heart picks up pace
I write her a poem
For I’m shy face to face
I sweat buckets when I talk
And I never win love’s race
I’m no stranger to tears
And my words can move hearts
Yet at times with love’s peers
I lack all the smarts
My sword is a pen
My sheath; a good book
And everyone knows
That I’m not love’s crook
I’m rather it’s messenger
Though I don’t care to run
For my heart’s heavy with love
And it weighs a ton!
So when you next see your love
Don’t be so frantic
Just remember the words
Of the Hopeless Romantic.
When I see a girl
My heart picks up pace
I write her a poem
For I’m shy face to face
I sweat buckets when I talk
And I never win love’s race
I’m no stranger to tears
And my words can move hearts
Yet at times with love’s peers
I lack all the smarts
My sword is a pen
My sheath; a good book
And everyone knows
That I’m not love’s crook
I’m rather it’s messenger
Though I don’t care to run
For my heart’s heavy with love
And it weighs a ton!
So when you next see your love
Don’t be so frantic
Just remember the words
Of the Hopeless Romantic.
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