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.