this poem isn't about love
no i am not that nice
it's not about the stars above
and how i see them in your eyes

this poem will not make you sing
or jump high in the air
but you make each day the first of spring
with flowers in your hair

this poem won't make your heart quicken
or skip a beat once in a while
i won't mention how my both knees weaken
everytime you smile

this poem might not make you laugh
but it gave me butterflies
how i quickly got through the first half
when i came to realise

that this poem which i tried to pen
had these perfect words aligning
if poems aren't about love then
why are all the stars so brightly shining