Dear B,
My writers block is caused by stress,
I must confess that my head is a mess.
But, as I thought of things to write about,
You're the only thing that stood out.
So here it goes, a poem for you.
I'm listing all the things I love about you.
I love your beautiful bright green eyes,
I love how much you like french fries.
I love the sound of your voice when you speak,
Just the slightest sound of it makes me weak.
I love all the cute little faces you make,
I how I know that my love isn't fake.
I love how we can take long walks in the park.
I love how you carved our initials in the tree bark.
I love it when you hold my hand,
I love how you make me feel special and grand.
I love it when you push away my hair.
I love how much I know you care.
I love how your lips move slightly when you talk.
I even love the way you walk.
I love it B, the way you make me feel.
I love how you make me accept this is real.
I love how you make all my worries go away.
I love when I ask you, that you will stay.
I love how you can play the guitar.
I love how we sit and watch the stars.
Although I don't know if you can play the acoustic,
I love how much you love music.
I love the way you look at me.
B, your love it sets me free.
But, there is something I must confess,
B, Our love is the reason my head is a mess.
Love, C
<3
