A beautiful love, a fun love, a happy love, a funny love…it’s lovely, it’s all around me, for me to see. Yes, it gives me hope but it also makes me mope. Oh what is this? Trying to write a poem about love? Now, that’s funny, cute, and a little bit sweet. Wouldn’t it be neat to write something profound and deep?
Alas, it can’t be because no matter what, this will end with some kind of attempt at humor. Where is the humor? Where is my soulmate? Maybe he’s under my bed? That would be nice if he’s that close and easy to find. Ok, no, you’re right, that would probably be pretty scary and I should probably run. But maybe it’s my pickiness that has kept me alone? Maybe I should be open-minded about the soulmate under my bed? He took all that trouble to get under there.
Maybe he’s cute.
Maybe he’s funny.
Maybe he’s fun and adventurous.
He is under my bed after all. That definitely shows adventure and he’s willing to take risks, put himself out there…I mean, under there. Under my bed. I should give him a chance. Be open! Ya never know!
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