I'm glad: Poetry

You make me fall

Every time you comb

Your hair with your hands

You make me fall

When you say my name

Softly like a sweet child

Anything I want

You give it without a doubt

Every teaseful smiles

You shown to my face

Every unexpected glance

I notice evey moment

Every gentleman acts

you did every moment

I'm glad that I met you

though I only felt

this feeling of in love

in a short time

You make it so precious

That I don't know how

you did it so my love.