a poorly written poem in which the poet attempts romance

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by impasta18

by impasta18

I have never felt this way before.
Everything has been colored by a new glow
And that glow is you.
It warms everything it touches.
When I think of your smile
I smile
When I laugh I want to call you and tell you about it so that you may laugh too.
Because I love your laugh.
I would do six back flips to hear it.
When I make you laugh I feel like a gold metalist.

I could watch your hands create for hours.
I could lay my head on the table and watch your hands create lines with a pencil. Watch as you make mountains from your fingertips. How your hand dances across the page is mesmerizing.
Never have I been so enamored by someone's hands.
I want to lay kisses across your knuckles
I want to do that so much that my face turns pink with the want of it.
I did not know that talking to a person could be so easy.
How do hours fly past me like leaves caught in the autumn wind when you are around?
Being around you is so comfortable I do not remember how you found your way to my life. It seems like one day you slipped in and I have forgotten what it was like before you.

Someday I will write you a beautiful poem
But this is not that poem

You make me want to write extraordinary sonnets about the grandeur of my care for you and stanza after stanza dedicated to your beauty.
But when I look at you,
My brain is only soft smiles and I can no longer think in full sentences.

I can not express how I care for you and for a poet I have found few things indescribable.
But I can not seem to find the words for you. No sentence is sufficient.
So I wrote this bad poem to say,
I like you.
A lot.
Like... A lot a lot.
Xoxo.