Love Poem

I so badly wanted to write a poem A love poem that is But thoughts of you, yes you, you dushe-bag stopped me Your slimy comments “did she write that for a she or a he?” “Gosh you know I always question her sexuality” Dimmitt you don’t even have the guts to come up to me and ask me So I could tell you that it’s none of your business and get it over and done with I wanted to let my pen make love to my paper in the rhythm of my muse Wanted to describe love as the most desirable feeling ever felt Wanted to write about how with love the stone called anger melt How love turned grudges into kindness After writing that poem I would have felt like a karate kid with a black-belt I wanted to pour out my thoughts about love, a feeling so bliss A lover’s kiss That tasted more like chocolate, Swiss But you just had to come into my mind and disable my ability to write it All I just wanted was to write a poem and share it Accept questions on it, no interrogation Share our thoughts and criticism, no patronization You know what, I’ll write this poem anyways, and here it goes: L-O-V-E