How do I think of thee? Let me count the ways.
I think of thee with a smile for our memories are sweet.
Your red hair, your attitude such a confusing maze,
And your goofy smile, can almost make my heart miss a beat.

I think of thee with laughter as it glistens in my eyes,
While I listen to your jokes full of brevity and wit.
Butterflies form in my stomach, I can’t lie,
Then they flew away after you said three words to such a misfit.

I think of thee as tears are streaking down my pale coloured cheeks,
Seeing you hurt in the memory that I just remembered.
But this visualisation is now an antique,
Yet I feel guilty for I did not give the help that needed to be rendered.

I think of thee like a chapter or even a book itself,
Not ever wanting to put you back onto your shelf.