A Simple Guy

A Simple Guy short poem

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I love being simple.
Being simple is not a choice.
A choice is totally yours.
I love a simple woman.
A simple woman that can make me smile.
Her smile that captures my heart and mind.
I will not like you because you are rich.
Your richness is not what I deserve to keep.
Keeping you at your feet, a chance I can get.
A simple guy like me loves a simple girl like you.
Will a simple girl accept the love I offered to be with you?
Or a simple guy remains simple because of you?

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Reagan Latumbo

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Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
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