Hmm hopefully....

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    Young women really feeling this young man and wants him to know and understand it

    Hmm hopefully....

    YOU

    You are on my mind right now
    as I sit silently in my window seat
    I think of you sitting here, right next to me
    While we go on our journeys all over town
    with you,
    all I can do is smile not frown

    With you,
    I see long lasting not temporary
    But then again what do you see
    Hopefully,
    it's contemporary
    love
    Passionate Love
    Everlasting Love
    Hopefully,
    I'm not scaring you, with all this love jazz
    cause I really don't mean too
    I'm just expressing my feeling
    Just being ASH

    I'm not use to feeling this way or sort
    At 1st it was a bit confusing
    But now it feels easy like a playing a fun sport.

    Right now, I'm feeling like a dork
    You know the ones that giggle and snort

    Continually feelings are strong but i like it
    I can't help it... i think I'm falling in love

    Nah... heck nah. i don't know you bruh
    What's your name again?
    Where did you come from?

    I don't want to move to fast
    Or to quick
    Cause that's not my speed
    I'm use to the slow and steady
    The fast lane just might make me sick
    but what I can say for now is
    I'm enjoying this journey around town
    Cause it give me something to think about,
    reflect on
    hmm maybe this friendship will grow strong

    It takes two to tango
    And two to keep things going
    I can't do this alone,
    So we will see what you will start sowing

    Just expressing my feelings
    just being Ash
    this love jazz
    cause I really don't mean

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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