Your Love Poem

This was not written by me.

I was 16 when you first told me you lo9ved me and sure,
I played it cool but when I excused myself for the bathroom later,
Oh, boy, you better believe I did the happy dance like never before.
I was a child when we first made love,
awkward and fumbling over each other's bodies in the dark,
and after it was over I lay with my head on your chest thinking
"Oh, boy, I'll never love like this again."

Oh, boy, your "gentle let down" pulled the carpet from under my feet,
and oh, boy, when I hit the ground
I hit it hard, gasping for air as I lay motionless,
crying hysterically without making a sound.

Well it's been two years and sure, I saw another boy,
And yes, I was "in love",
And God knows breaking up is never easy but
Oh, boy, you're back and no,
I don't write poetry but those butterflies from years ago,
well they never went away,
just rested, warm in their cocoons,
hibernating in the memory of your warmth.

Oh, boy, I don't write poetry,
but when you kiss me,
I'd like to try, and when you tell me you love me,
those butterflies awaken, evolved, and
beating their massive wings they
soar to heights I never imagined,
carrying me away without my consent.

This is for you.
I tried to write you a love poem,
but oh, boy,
with my head on your chest, I think
no words could compare to the beating of your heart.
I don't know words for this,
I forget them, fumble over them,
and the three I'd like to use are not enough.

- - Anonymous