38.5

I'd rather be a writer instead
and write myself as a sonet
but talking to about you with free verse.

With a methaphor, I'd tell you how lovely I think you are
and maybe as a contradiction you'll get mad.
So with a little sinalepsis of your brown eyes
you'd realize you're a personification of a dream
and I'm the poor human that watches it in awe.

(previously posted on May 5th, 2013)