My first and only poem...
I wrote this back in college. I'm not sure where I was, but I just re-found it in one of my notebooks:
Who Is She?
Who is she, this girl who will steal my heart?
Who is she, this girl from whom I will not part?
Will she make a lot of money, or will I support her?
If the latter is the case, will I be able to afford her?
Who is she, this girl who will straighten out my life?
Who is she, this girl who will be my wife?
Is she white? black? yello? tall? short? fat? thin?
Does it really matter, the color of her skin?
All that I know is that she'll be wonderful and kind.
All that I know is I will lover her mind.
Because all that really counts is what's inside.
And that's what I want from my beautiful bride.
Not bad, huh?