(Some thoughts about love and stuff.)
Did you also feel
amused, confused, but well-used
when our life dreams fused?
I gasped when you flashed
your heart to me, then found mine
I said kissies were
for sissies. So why do yours
make me a hero?
I thought she was the
apple of my eye, but she
was a little tart.
When a poetic
dove wants to woo, does he give
his love a hai-coo?(a/n: Sorry about the format. A FictionPress glitch won't let me separate the 5 haiku. I hope the result isn't too confusing.