How Many Hugs Until You Marry
Hugs, my favorite way of communicating,
What happens when you come to love someone.
I said to myself how many hugs until he realizes that you really like him,
You liked being kissed by him.
The hug and kiss he gave you when you gave him two of your paintings,
The day you invited him to your Art Exhibit.
Maybe he's married then you have to be careful,
Days have come and went when you enjoyed his company.
The day we met I thought I will never be the same,
I enjoyed his warm handshake and friendship.
Maybe friends are given to you by God for a while and not forever,
I will always cherish his friendship and charm.
His masculine and handsome male figure,
He is tall and very handsome,I wish I could marry him someday.
Maybe Robert Barrette Browning and Elizabeth Barrette Browning met like this,
You have to believe in God's miracles.
Author : Gwen von Erlach Schutz.
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