Titles are Overrated

Part 150

I may not always

say the right things,

or be able to speak at all.

I can only hope

you are good in reading eyes.

Mine are only for you

and your smile

that makes flowers bloom

and rainbows appear

during and after the pouring rain.

The stars will go out

before I ever give up on you.

I didn't fall in love,

I grew into it.

You were always light,

and then I saw you

in a different one.

Fate could never get in the way,

I'd tear down

anything that tried.

I've never written love poems

before -

I think I might

run out of pages. 

a crack in my ribs for you