crushed
~ “Hey - returning your note!” ~
perhaps I'm not your type, alas
but I'm behind you, here in class
adoring each and every thing you do
the way you talk - so soft, yet clear
and tuck the tresses 'hind your ear
(the hair I'd love to run my fingers thru) ...
I love the way you tilt your hip
and always bite your bottom lip
whene'er you get excited or annoyed
the way you pass me secret notes -
crimped origami swans and boats
advising me the girls I should avoid ...
for me it's not the threads or bling
it's each sweet, steamy little thing
that other guys don't care about at all
and yet, if added - two-plus-two
they make for one amazing YOU
(the enigmatic You I'd love to call) ...
you might not know me very well
trimesters - long enough to tell
I'm apt to always treat you with respect
you're tres romantic - much like me
and know that love can someday be
as faithful as two hearts can thus affect ...
so, if I may, I'll start this task
as rhyme and meter, meant to ask
if you might give us just an evening each?
perhaps a steak house - Japanese
a theater, next - that new release!
and then a dreamy walk along the beach ...
the stroll may seem a bit too soon
but sad to waste that lovely moon -
what romance it’ll weave, no one can tell
so ..
I hope you'll flip this page and write
you'd “love to” date me, (friday night)
but quickly now, before they ring ...
the bell!
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
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