Maybe if I had gotten married yesterday
I would've been happier today

Maybe if I stopped indulging
maybe if I stop being so gluttonous
with my own goals
we'd have more money
to buy more fruits for the bowl

love isn't Rome
isn't built in a day
love isn't constructed out of asphalt
dried into a profitable percent

love is crying in the arms of your mother
because you feel so stuck
in the world, you've built in your mind

love is your father
taking time out of his busy schedule
to patiently hear to you
harp about your problems

love is your brother
so young and yet so strong
barging into your room to annoy you
starting with a "what now?"
ending with a "shut up"
and a hug

love is
unimaginable gratitude
nights wondering
what I did
to deserve so much love

there's men like you?
I ask myself
relief in the unknown
in a personality undiscovered
there's men like you?
who can love peacefully
there's men like you?
who want to be loved in sincere tranquility
there's men like you?
who have secret desires
waiting a serene lover.

When I think about you
my mind goes quiet
a serene silence

It's hard to come up
with metaphors never seen before
how could any rhyme exceed your greatness
like how you exceeded my expectations?

Your name sings out the mouths of others
silver personality turned golden
face turns red, heart stolen

I wish your blue could meet my hazel
your Rabanne Phantom meet my Lancome

I'll write out poems about you
for the day you come back around
for the third summer
you can see how winter has longed for you too

It's blatant
you have me around because you're lonely
you make it so obvious
that it's because of the attention

I don't feed into it anymore
I'm not special to you
because if I was
you wouldn't blame me
for things
I didn't do
for things given to you
before you met me