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Love Poem for You! ;)

Hi guys. I don't know what to write about. Um.... so Valentines day is coming up. Who is excited?
The Colonel was trying to get other ROTC cadets to take me to the valentines dance that is coming up at my school. I was like um...No. I am like...single but almost not really.
It's complicated. Let's go with we are just more than friends at this particular moment. It's all good. But I don't want to go to a dance with Klein or the Fro-yo Man. It would be super awkward. 
Yearbook is on deadline so we have been working hard there but my page has something wrong with it so it is stuck being half done.
Not Cool.
I can't wait to start my soccer spread though. Oh my gosh. It's going to be so amazing. (I need to figure out what my story will be about though...toughy.) Yeah....I lost my train of thought. If we are on computers during English then I will write more I guess. I have to go in two minutes anyway to my next class. I know what I should do though. I should write an ooey gooey love poem for you to give to your significant other for Valentine's. It will be awesome. Yep. Gonna do it. Just wait, people.
Okay, I am in English now so here we go.

Hello, my darling, my love, my dear.
Oh I do so hope, but would you dare? Be mine?
Would you leap to be my Valentine?
My affection for you is from south to north, 
East to west,
Paris, Texas to New York.
Some say roses are red and violets are blue,
But my world 'ppears gray when I'm without you.
When you're here the hearth stays warm,
like a candle in the night, small and light;
So our love blossoms; if so you desire.
If you say no, and let the cold wind blow, the candle flutters and dims.
Out our fire goes.
Please say yes to my proposal,
I love you dear and this is  no gambol.
Be my Valentine, at least this once, my love who shines bright as the sun.

There you go, guys. Give this to your wannabe date and you will either get a gf/bf or a funny look.
Good luck.


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