I want you to know that
you make it difficult to
write poetry,

Because my thoughts can't focus
on anything for too long,
without reverting back to
your smile-
which, by the way,
equates to mountains.

I think you hold the earth in
that smile.
I am a
thief of worlds
when you share it with me.

I don't know what the word Love means.

And just because it is English,
and I feel it all around me
every moment of every day,
radiating through the soles of my feet,
doesn't mean I have to use it.