HER MOMMA NAMED HER BELLA

To all the Bella's out there...

 

There is a pretty lady,
She lives so far away.
Everyday I speak to her
It brightens up my day.

She has a way about her,
That always makes me smile.
Just to be by her side,
I fly those extra miles.

Oh how those green eyes
Can really make me sigh. 
When I don't hear from her
I almost start to cry.

She is the only one, 
Who I want to share my life.
Even got the courage up,
I asked her to be my wife.

Once she said yes to me. 
Then she changed her mind.
Guess she got to thinking 
That I'm maybe not her kind.

I shall never give her up. 
Unless she tells me to.
All these words I write
Not one of them untrue. 

But I will have to bide my time,
To see what happens next.
If she tells me no again, 
I will be very so perplexed.

You probably want to know 
What is this ladies name.
Her momma named her Bella,
And  she is my only flame.

Reviews

[Christina May Shanaberg]

My mother is a Clara Belle(a,) so this must be for her. You know her as Susie Q. I like your poems sincerity and, if this is reality, good luck! Well, written, nonetheless.