"I learned that he loved me."
                                                            ­     "How did you figure that out?"

"I asked him what color my eyes are,
after looking away."


                                                        ­         "That's easy. He should know."
                                                                                          "They're brown."
"That's not what he answered."

                                                     ­             "What else would he answer?"

"He said that my eyes are
dark blue on the outside,
with hazel that followed
the pure brown centered
in the midst of all the colors.
Everyone else would've taken
a quick glance and seen brown,
but he catalogued every detail
perfectly within his memory!"

                                                       ­                            "That's so romantic!"

"I know! My heart skipped a beat
when he described my eyes.
Then he said something about
the different layers of hues being
like the rings of the solar system
and how I'm his eternal sunshine
and that he revolves around me
like some sort of lovestruck planet
and then he used some words
that I didn't quite understand,
but I understood how he was
making me feel, and I felt loved!

                                                             "So, you didn't really understand
                                                                       what he was trying to say?"

"No, but he was really cute!
Then he told me that he's a poet.
And I was like, "Who can't resist that?"

My Stupid heart okay ...
I love you everyday ...
I wanna hug alright ...
I miss you everyday ...

Stupid heart , it screams ...
It need some ice cream ....
But sitting all alone ...
Just waiting for phone ....

Alright .... **** it ... I miss last line

To the average person, a girl.
But to the watchful eye? A princess!

Rises from her bed after each night
With sleepy eyes and messy hair,
Yet her morning sight is such a delight,
Cuteness like that is very rare!

The Sun rises just to see her,
She is quite the cute sleeper!

A quick, gentle rinse of her face,
Elegant motions of the brush,
She gazes out of her window with such grace,
Her cheeks are rosy with a blush.

That is how she gets ready,
Her pace is nice and steady!

A graceful step, a gentle sound,
Her movement is just like a dance!
Effortlessly light, her taps bless the ground,
To fall in love takes just a glance!

A sweet melody follows
Her to everywhere she goes!

Join the dance or enjoy the play,
Beauty is found in her presence,
She has no throne of stone, yet she leads the way,
Cuteness defines her whole essence!

She has no crown and yet she shines,
A princess to the watchful eye.

Freeze the moment, live the scene,
You look at me in our polaroid.
You're a drug, and baby I ain't clean,
Your jokes and smile, I can't avoid.

I love you in my navy blue sweater,
Just casually hanging off your shoulder.
Your messy hair, that's even better,
“Thank god” I say “I get to hold her.”

We go on a road trip, you make me laugh
I adore you whole- the love and the chaff.
I smile when you whisper, soft and slow,
Dear Juliet, I’m yours. - Forever Romeo.

The windows open, light on your face,
A sight that makes my heart race.
Those big brown eyes looking in mine,
How blessed am I - you're a miracle divine.

We dance in the kitchen, you make me laugh,
Is it too awkward to say you're my better half?
I smile when you sing with the radio,
Dear Juliet, I’m yours. - Forever Romeo.

Some people fall deeply in love,
With ****** touches that evoke pleasure.
I have not fallen deeply in love with you.
No. I fell softly. Like a fallen angel,
I am coaxed to the ground by soft wings.
These wings do not consist of feathers,
but instead sweet words and kisses.
I hope you fall slowly like I do, lover.
As the wind whispers sweet nothings,
Do you gently glide through the sky?
I pray to the god that merged our paths.
In these prayers, I beg for eternity.
An eternity descending with you.

What if two souls of symphonic stanza
With hearts full of haikus' hope
Met right here on Hello Poetry
By reading what the other wrote.

They'd send messages of meter
With affectionate allusions
This couldn't get any sweeter
Free verses with no conclusions

A poem crafted with emotions true
Was sent to one of the two last night.
It wants to say, "I love you more than words."
But instead reads, "I love the way you write."

They'll figure out in time that they're meant to be together
And I am sure that they'll make the cutest couple(t) ever!

we’d mangle some hearts
and butter the rest
we’d sneak into bars
just for the jest
all these woven cards
seem to rest
when we wore
buddy holly amidst—
all the fest.

The Redhead Beauty
That i know from across the street
loves pink flowers
and giving stray cats a treat
Her hair is like cotton candy
and her smell is sweet
i wish i had feelings for her
i wish that i cared
at least i hope she's feeling something
not like me in despair
i hope she takes care
of her red beautiful hair
the redhead beauty
loves ice cream

one small ear poking out
her covers rise
and fall