Verse On Love
Love is like poetry,
It’s mysterious and beautiful
And you never know
Whats going on in the
Piece unless you are
The author.
Unless you’re the one
In love
Crystal-eyed and young
Unless you’re the one
That hears trumpets
And symphonies every time
She walks through the
Front door
And whenever she talks about
Her day, you’re more
Interested then she is
And before you go to bed
After you’ve written her
A soppy long-handed love letter
About how you couldn’t
Fathom imagining a world
Without her, you ask to hear
About her day one more time.
Then you fall asleep to the
Sound of her breath.
Love is poetry. It’s full of
Metaphors and misunderstandings
And long-handed love letters
But you listen to it anyway
Because it sounds nice.
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