You sat me down, At the edge of the street, where the road meets the dirt, and, You told me you were in love with someone else.
"I am in love with the sunsets, it feels like He has made it just for me. I am in love with the summer breeze and the way it grazes my shoulders. I am in love with the freckles that come and go on my nose. I am in love with the warm road after last light, the sound of the ducks landing in the river, the icy dam water biting my skin, the piano riff of my favourite song, bare feet being burnt on toasted sidewalks, I am in love with the trees dancing."
A VERY late night poem...it seems that the world wants us to be in love with someone, something, and so I think I've chosen.