Puppy Love
When I was twelve, I first fell in love,
but I had no idea it was just puppy love.
No one should take this puppy love feeling,
as not being real, because it sent me reeling.
Each morning I woke excited to start the day,
hurrying off to school to see my homeroom teacher that day.
Each day brought so much happiness when he would smile my way,
or just wink or wave at me as I changed classes that day.
These many, many years later it still brings a smile
of that wonderful puppy love feeling I had when I was a child.
Puppy Love: by Paul Anka
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