It’s not everyday you come across love,
At least not in its authentic portrayal.
But if one day you find it,
You’ll find the reality in a fairytale.
I found love the old fashion way,
In a boy who was humble and kind.
It took me quite possibly 79 days,
To realize he was always in mind.
Maybe somehow I knew it before,
When he told me he thought I was pretty.
Or perhaps even earlier on in our friendship,
When I found he was charming and witty.
Either way I found love in him,
The love that weakens the knees.
I told my mom and she sat me down,
And told me about the birds and the bees.
First of all, that’s disgusting,
Second of all, refer to the first.
I just think this boys a keeper,
For loving me even at my worst.