i'm all sorts of inebriated
but you need to know something
i think i love you
and it's funny
i know nothing of you,
you're far above me
but i think about those
words you write,
every day
and every night
how do you do it, dear?
how do you make such
beauty so?
i read my tears
and fears and all
there on the page
in front of me
& your signature
is signed at the bottom
i know nothing of you
but i love you
and i would tell you if
i could
but i have nothing but
this mediocre chorus
drenched in the harmonies
of my heart and mind
and it will forever pale,
always fall short
you are a poet
i am a fraud
yet regardless,
i know only the shadow
of your profile,
& the singular
heart that colors
in the black &
white lines
regardless,
i love you so
and you need to know
i wonder what would happen
if i had the courage to hit "send"