This is a poem
about love
and how sometimes
it fits like a glove.
I wrote this poem
on a cold and eventful night.
I was driving the whole time,
you were in hindsight.
This poem will tell you how
I wanted to say it back,
but I couldn't find the words,
that's a skill I lack.
This poem is a story
of how you said you love me.
You had wrote a song,
that I read four times briefly.
This poem is payback,
for all the sweet things you wrote.
While your brown eyes wandered
mine were stuck on the last note.
I'm writing you a poem again,
trying to tell you I can't forget
the way your scent lingers
and the way my lip was bit.
This will be a lengthy poem.
You're worth the hour drive,
I knew it the first night,
you make me feel alive.
This poem is about you
and all the tiny things you do,
from the way you laugh
and the way speak Korean, too.
This poem is about respect
about how you've come so far
when I've seen others fall
you're passing the bar.
This poem is supposed to show you
that I feel those words, too.
I can't forget your hand on my thigh,
if it were another's I'd want to sue.
This poem is about the future,
in case one day it needs referenced
because what is love
if one day we're not ******
This poem won't be the last one,
we're still at the start,
even though I don't know how you did it
you've already won my heart
I really like this poem,
for it is about you and me,
all those tiny things we spoke of
and what I want us to be.