His+Secret

Hey. This is last years Valentines poem that I made in Mrs. Rothachers class.

"His Secret" His brown, curly hair stays perfectly still as he runs. His shimmering eyes sparkle like Haven. When he smiles, time stops and I stare. His dimples compliment his smile. When he looks at me, I look away. His tears look like crystals when he cries. When he laughs, angels sing in perfect harmony. When he's mad, he looks so cute. When I smile, he cheers up. He tells me all his secrets, and trusts me. It's good to hear that his biggest secret is loving my friend and not me....