I owe you a poem.

From that moment, you asked me to stand up,
And we walked to the ice cream stand,
I've never written you a poem.

I am the worst poet in the world.

How do I find words to describe,
Your tantalizing eyes,
Or your secretive smile?

How can I put into verse,
That time we filmed your project?
We were laughing hard, then.

We talked until the wee hours of the morning.
You told me, 'We're so awesome!'
Are there words for that electric feel, in my veins?

I remember the time I held you, unwaveringly.
You were crying on my new shirt.
Then you kissed me, on my cheek.

You taught me to meld dreams and love together,
To be patient, and understanding.
I am a new breed of person, because of you.

All of the lost love, that lingers.
My heart misses you, terribly.
It is stupid to make poems out of this.

What I owe you is an apology.