closings vii

You’re a poet and you know it.

Your words just never miss.

You speak of Sicily and gardens,

And of people that you’ve kissed.

You say I can’t annoy you, 

But that my situations can.

I think that’s what love feels like

You’re a very gentle man.

I’m the happiest I’ve ever been

And you're the one to blame

I’m scared that when you leave me

I’ll never be the same.