I hope you like the poem. Be as honest as possible

Criss Angel

He’s different People love him People fear him People admire him And respect him for that.

He’s human He may not seem it He loves…he cries…he has feelings

He’s not like any man He’s cute, funny, intelligence, wild, and an individual And something about him just makes me smile, He is like the rain: if you don’t understand, I will not explain. In today’s world, trying to find someone else like Criss Angel Would be like trying to find Grain of salt in the ocean

As you wonder Why I am writing this poem I say because I just want to be a good friend to him. To talk to him To have fun and live life To have a friend That will not cause my heart strife.