This is not a love poem.
Because if it were, I’d be talking about your eyes
The ones, deep blue, I melt in, I say good bye
A pair warm and beadle in enticing, why?
With hair black like gold, a wave of silk
A voice that calms, like a night’s warm milk
Smoothly putting my eyes behind quilts
But this is not a love poem
Remember, if it were, you’d see this
I’d write and write, until I got a kiss
For that’s one thing that’d put me in bliss
Maybe I’d come up and say hello
Hoping you’d see me as a good fellow
You’d give me a hi back, all so mellow
I wish this were a love poem
Cause hidden deep and dark, these words in veil
Regardless of what set sails
Would burst out to speak what entails
See, I wouldn’t have to speak in morse code
And maybe, better yet, do what I was told
To say hello, one day down the road.