(This came out of a self imposed exercise to write a poem inspired by a favorite movie, The Princess Bride.)
“It must be true love,” he cried as he dropped his eyes.
“For I love you still when you’re uncomfortable.”
“It must be true love,” he said as he dropped his head.
“For I love you still when you’ve unlovable.”
“It must be true love,” he weaped as he fell asleep.
“For I love you still that you’re unsleepable.”
For it’s true love…
and she requests a kiss.
My only reply to her…
As you wish…”
“It must be true love,” he sighs as she passed him by.
“For I love you when you’re unapproachable.”
“It must be true love,” he called as he watched her fall.
“For I love you when you’re unstoppable.”
“It must be true love,” he cried as he questioned why.
“For I love you still when you’re unbelievable.”
For it’s true love…
and she requests a kiss.
My only reply to her…
As you wish…”
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