I might not be the best with words,
they tumble out of my mouth in leaps and bounds
without warning me of where they’re going.
Maybe I can’t control my blush
and my cheeks tinge pink at just the thought of you.
I guess I could be more elegant,
stand a little taller,
be a little gentler,
curse a little less.
My constant fidgeting gets on peoples nerves
and I never make eye contact.
But all these things didn’t stop you from loving me.
I might not be a love poet
but I could write about you for the rest of my life.