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My darling,

My love,

Your beauty is startling

And your hand fits mine like a glove

I know we are young

But I know this is real

In the ladder of life you are a rung

My heart flutters, 

My hands shake,

My mind is cluttered 

And my face breaks.

But you make it better

Little by little, bit by bit,

Any day with you I forget her 

No school today,

For the first time since December

It's been five months,

Almost half a year,

Yet the snow falls,

We ripped March off the calendar

Yet the snow falls,

The snow melted in February,

I saw you today,  

Dressed in the prettiest red dress to ever be sewn, 

Wearing the cat eye mascara you always have. 

Your hair waved to me as you flew past. 

I swear I saw you wink.  

If to be a sonnet is to be vain, then to be a sonnet is to be a friend. 

If to be a limerick is to be laughed at, then to be a limerick is to be a child.