I love him.
That's the problem.
He asked me
to write a poem
about him,
but right now,
as we rest under
the same sky
and dream about
the same moon,
all I can think about
is how much
I love him.

It's pathetic, really
how my feelings for him
I cannot express
in words nor songs
though I know,
they're deeper
than the ocean
and darker
than the night
and as understandable
as how the universe works

But I also know
that he causes
earthquake on my skin
when our fingers
intertwined
yet he still manages
to stop the hurricanes
inside my mind
when he holds me
in his arm

and so I love him.