Asian Love

She was Asian,
Born in Viet Nam.
She was seventeen,
She had beautiful eyes.

Her mom had left her long ago,
Now she lives with her father,
Who got mad a moment ago,
Because I didn’t take his daughter home,
at the time he had told me to.

It was eleven p.m.
I was talking to her.
My car was the place,
She had kissed me in there.

I didn’t want to let her go
Because her lips wouldn’t let me go.
I was a prisoner, by the wish of that princess,
Of her hugs, her smiles, and kisses.

She was my girlfriend,
Her name was Kim,
And I was with her
During my best moments here .

In this poem I would like to thank her
For all the wonderful moments I spent with her.