If you ever love me,
I am going to hand you all of this poetry.
And I am going to explain every line,
Tell you just what I meant by every word.
So that you know that I was thinking of you.
And if you ever love me,
And I do that,
I know you won't mind if I do.
Because you'll love me
For being the kind of person
Who wrote a bunch of poetry
And never showed you
Until I was sure your heart
Would want to read it.
And for being the person
Who wanted to revisit
And tell you every word
Again
Because it remained true.