Not A Love Poem

I can’t write a love poem: the words just won’t come out.

I want to shatter hearts, I want to show them

What true love is all about.

See it’s not some childish hymn

Or a play toy for cupid.

It’s not an article you can skim.

It’s sweetie, honey, beloved

And glitter dust sparkling air

It’s finding your mind’s gone lucid

It’s not for you, unless you dare

To bravely leap in hope and fear

Of the unknown being carefully aware.

Its writing letters titled Dear

No one, and someone respectfully.

Your heart cheers and your makeup smears.

Honestly, I don’t know what love is

Besides scary as hell

All I know is that I am his

And he’s mine, down deep from a well

Pure Love, True Love rises up and swells