Poetry in the way she talks
about the things
that she loves
and you're just hoping
that one of those things
are you

Poetry in the way
her eyelashes are falling
on her face,
the same way that you're falling
for her

Poetry in the way
her chest moves
while she's breathing

Poetry in the way
her hands touch you

Poetry in the way
that her freckles
are placed on her face,
like stars
that are begging
to shine just as bright
as the sun

She is a pretty poem;
you're just a mess of words
(and emotions)