There's no words in websters dictionary that can describe this feeling I get when you come around, It's like I get all hot and my mouth get's dry and in the room everything disappears even the sound, when I get the courage I will ask you what mission did God send such a beautiful angel such as yourself here to this earth to do, and how long will you be here and can we at least go for a walk or something after your mission is through, maybe a picnic under a full moon with the stars as our entertainment and the crickets our symphony of music to talk about life, and forgive me if that sounds a little lame but I just thought that maybe that would be nice, by the way my name is Tony and this is beyond a pleasure to be in your presence and to shake your hand, so tell me are you single and if your not then you truley have a blessed man, maybe you will keep me in mind and some day when your not to busy you can give me a call, and we can meet for a chocolate shake on the river front at the mall, till then I will look forward to our next meet and long to hear your pretty voice, and pray if it's God's will that I will be the one that you will make your final choice.
Tony Po'
Ghetto Poetry