A poem written by yours truly in seventh grade:
Undiscovered
I've yet to discover his name,
or come across his face.
He's yet to come and find me,
and help me get out of this place.
As much as I deny it,
my heart's still filled with belief,
that someday I'll be in love,
with happiness making me complete.
I don't need a fairy-tale,
no endless 'no bumps' road.
I don't need a mansion,
or a prince charming by kissing a toad.
All I want is to be held,
and be given a kiss with meaning to it.
I just want to be told 'i love you',
and have it be true much more than a little bit.
And I have now discovered his name,
and his undiscovered face.
He has come and found me,
and keeps me content in my place.
The guy I wrote this for is an ********. I very nearly HATE him. But...I like the poem. Heheh.
xoxo-MissVanity Community Member 
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