¥in Lin

A Poet\'s Confession

you\'re not a rose

you\'re nothing like spring

you\'re not sweet like chocolates

nor are you as expensive as a ring 

 

\"am I even something?\" you ask

 

and I say, \"to me you\'re lily

more than red love, a white purity

and I like when you act silly

to me you\'re winter

the period for home and comfort

to me which is you

a place where I cannot be hurt

you\'re not sweet \'cause you act cold

but in your heart, you care 

that\'s what makes you endearing

I know, I swear

you\'re not expensive

\'cause you\'re not something to be sold 

you\'re something to keep forever

something for life I\'d hold

your kitty-cat face

and that glittering smile

can\'t be compared to none

I haven\'t felt like that for a while

but now that I\'m looking in your eyes

I know this isn\'t new\"

 

I leaned closer and whispered 

\"I love you\"