(04 October 1943 / Germany)

The Perfect Boy

Black hair,
Dark eyes,
Sure to be my demise.

There is a smile on his face,
As he pulls me into his warm embrace,
Then he says hi,
For the very first time.

We go out every night,
We never fight,
He fills me up with joy,
He’s the perfect boy.

He’s sure to be there when I need him,
He brings me flowers,
It doesn’t matter if I’m slim,
He sure has power.

I think I love him,
Its sure to go well,
No chance of him saying Farewell.

Love lasts forever

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Looking forward to my promised German lessons in the new year, H!