I’m in love

My favorite roses are ever white, and in gardening them, he delights. What a perfect, fair gentleman, with his toffee and coffee hair, with his sweet, soft as a Teddy, voice.

_I might be in love _

My favorite smell is ever lavender;

his cologne has the scent of it: spectacular.

What a lovely, charitable gentleman,

with his eyes of the sea and waves,

with his smile as bright as the sun.

What is love

My favorite animal is the ever llama; he hosts some in his farm, free of drama. What a caring, generous gentleman, with his embrace warm as cookies, with his words delicately spoken.

Maybe I’m not in love

My favorite memory is the ever mountains,

where he wants to go to celebrate war wins.

What an… interestingly kind gentleman,

with his intentions not quite known,

with his mind far from our world.

Who is he

My favorite person is my mother, Everleigh, but he thinks it’s him who I should say. What a narcisstic and nasty man, with his naive attitude, self informed, with his arrogance, “so adored.”

Love is not for me or him