"I Don't Do Love"

Here I sit all alone
Dreaming I'm with you
It's in my hands to write a poem
That makes you want me too
Now anyway would touch a heart
With words so sweet like you
But like a fool I write about things
Like my mind is sickly too
I share my irrational thoughts
Instead of rosebuds as beautiful as you
I express insecurity and discontent
And ranting screaming that I do
Perhaps I don't do love very well
Or can't write as well as others do
Or maybe I know to touch your heart
It is as simple as I love you