My Love

Matthew Haughey, Glyphs Contributor

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My love could never ever make me frown;

She doesn’t look at other boys or men;

She makes me happy when I’m feeling down;

No doubt in mind she is a perfect ten.

My perfect love, she’s always there for me;

The sweetest taste whenever we have kissed;

Like others she will not attempt to be;

It’s oh so often that I can’t resist.

My love looks good at all the times of day;

When I see her my heart is forced to stop;

A look as old as time that won’t decay;

Oh how I would like to take off her top.

New York, LA, the places I would go,

To taste my creamy, tasty oreo.

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One Response to “My Love”

  1. Kyler Erezuma on January 21st, 2017 5:30 pm

    This was an interesting poem. It certainly made you believe that it was going in a certain, defined direction, then it went somewhere different. On the surface, it seems like a cheerful, delightful, and even silly poem about a cookie (and who doesn’t love oreos), but I can’t help but wonder if there is a deeper meaning behind it.

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