Lonely Hours Poem by Dianne Crawford

I mainly waste alot of time each and everyday.

As I fantasize about a man I barely know; with many lonely hours for just one more look at him, but I can't call this love not yet.

The happiest times is when I see him; and hang-out together.

If he only knew; but one day as wee meet again and waste the time of day.

Now after a few months; with many happy hours; we can now call this love; with the happiest moments to cherish each and everyday.

As we are together each and everyday; with happiness, joy, and lots of laughter each and everyday.