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.