Poetic love

Love has no type

Started from thirteen,
The life of a teen.

Emotions started growing.
His arrival showing.

He annoyed me a lot.
I admired his basketball shot.
He had a pretty smile.
911 should be on dial.

He had that catchy power.
That made me desire.
My eyes had a shine,
Wanna make him mine.

From that days,
Had many dream plays.
Gathered all my courage,
Got a reminder.
Not his type.

The word count was tough,
Limited to three.
Mine made the dream,
His break the dream.
The dream called Love.
Oh! So hard to be.

He chooses the one,
As his type.
I was there too,
pissed off. Nice!

He told me to wait,
To see his shot.
I told him to bring,
The one I thought.

He was going to remind,
I was not the one.
I declared my love,
Turned and run.

Heard his voice,
I walked fast.
He held my hand,
My heart had a blast.

Sight was blurry,
Confession was heard.
His were on top,
My lips engulfed.

A couple was made.
Stereotypes brake.

Cupid was blind, cus
"Love has no type"