This is the actual poem I wrote for my english presentation AND THE TEACHER SAID IT WAS GOOD EVEN THOUGH I TECHNICALLY FORGOT ALLITERATION (I had it, just said the wrong words).

There is something she reminisces,
When she sees the sea shores tide;
Maybe it's the molasses kisses,
When you sit by her side.

You have cotton candy words,
The type that make her melt;
Everyone else is blurred,
Your love is all shes ever felt.

She loves those hugs,
On cold winter days;
The soft felted rugs,
That lay in the hallway.

You forte singing,
Although you never admit;
Your residue is her zing,
Even when the sky is moonlit.

She is very laconic,
But you are not;
You sir, are platonic,
And she says "no" a lot.

But let's not forget,
She is like paper,
Your words fill in like a pipette,
That are destined to shape her.