the sun shined just right at the right spot
the clouds were in the right place
the right things were said
the right actions were made

and everything went *well

all i'm sure of is that

      i

                 wanna
                                                
                            
                                     get
                                                              
                                                        **better

Before it's too late,


                                                         ­  because nothing's worse than
                                                            ­                                                  too
                                                                ­                                                     late.

I wrote a poem of love.
I wrote of you. I tried. But the words would not come.
I am not a poet.
This is not my poem of love.
Rather words written and meanings lost.
You are my poem of love.
I write you with every breath.