I heave out sighs of desperation 

I write 

I rhyme 

but no creation can capture the strength of my infatuation

Look at what you do to me! All my words have the wrong connotation 

What I meant to say was that nothing that I seem to do 

can convey the depth of my love for you 

So I twist the letters to make pretty truths 

They all sound something like this: 

I was resigned to the idea of a lonesome life but 

one second of breathing in the air that has touched you 

gives new hope that I’ll find 

love with you as deep as the dark of a midnight sky

I trip and fall in the thick of your lipstick and 

the bright of your eyes

If you give me a chance I promise that I’ll

Dance to the sound of your heartbeat

Take every “I” and make it a “we”

Drink the melancholy rain out of your heart

Suck the turmoil from your lungs

and tear it apart

The truth is I’m not really a poet

I had to learn rhyme and rhythm and diction

How to make fact into fiction 

and fiction into fact

I learned to write just so I could make it so 

you would know 

How much I love you now 

And every day after 

in every chapter 

of your life

There would be someone who could say 

I 

   love 

           you

 in a million different ways