Emily's Poem #29 - "Flower"

She's the sun on my face

The spring in my step

The apple of my eye

She's witty, pretty and has me smitten in ways she'll never know

She has me wrapped around her pinky finger

And I'll do whatever she says

Happily, gladly, madly in love

Her puppet on a string

I'm impressed, obsessed, and depressed

Everytime single time she leaves

She's my drug and I don't want to stop

Even when you take her away

I'd be lost without her smile and her laughter

I'd be lost without her smile

I'd be lost without her

I am lost without her

My flower