I looking for a girlfriend

First meeting in a bookstore. He was looking through old poetry books, I was standing next to him flipping through guitar lessons. He smiled softly, I looked away shyly.

When we met again the next day, he said, "You read poetry?"

I nodded, "Just nice to hear."

He laughed and tore off a page—a poem written by himself.

Then, a poem every day, and a little more love every day...