This isn’t a love poem, it’s an
Why write about something intangible
Indefinable, Incomprehensible
Unmanageable, unreliable?
No, I scribe scripts of surety, of purity
Dreams are deferrable
But reality is occurable
Occurred and Occurring-Reassuring
“What is” is great!
“That what may be” is not will
When you touch me
My hair levitates, goosebumps knot
And nerve endings fire like Black Cats
When you call my name
My ears while ringing, are soothed,
Heart accelerates
Perspire, yet inspired
It’s like you and my heart conspire
And when you smile at me….Girl when you smile at me!
Please smile at me?
I want to feel what I can’t explain
But this isn’t a poem about love
It’s a poem about US.
Our successes, our failures
Our history, our present
Our fights, our discoveries
Our kisses, our hugs
Our…
I am not in love with you…
But I am absolutely, head over heels, crazy about US!
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