The  Open   Mic



"Love" Poems





  Juan Ramirez
  The first time I saw you I liked you.
  I thought you were too beautiful.  It couldn't be true.
  Your eyes were the color green--
  some of the best I had ever seen.
  Your lips looked sweet.
  I wanted them to be my treat.
  When we looked at each other, we smiled
  hoping this moment would last a long while.
  Your personality was like a clown, and
  every time I saw you, you never had a frown.
  I was glad that you weren't mean,
  but in the end... It was all a dream.