I didn't have to write about how your eyes twinkle because anyone could see that from miles away like a glowing neon sign. I didn't need to explain how your veins were as purple as the hazy lilac sky.  I don't need to explain anything because there's this... There's you. And it's not ******* poetic.Our love isn't ******* poetic. There's nothing special about us. There's only something special about you. I'm just trying to reach out to you with out hurting anyone, with out hurting you, with out hurting me. And I don't have to write about it because anyone could understand how easy it is to be in love with you. And if that's not ******* poetic I don't know what is.