It's Drawing class
And I sit here  
Not willing to draw
Geometrical shapes
Or figures
But I want to draw
How the butterflies
In my stomach
Flutter when I
Am with you
How my eyes
Twinkle when they
Gaze into yours
The birds who appear
Whenever the sight
Of you approaches        
The list may
Go on and on but
Out of all of these
This would be the easiest
And the hardest:
A life without you