i worte this for PabUK
's poetry competition.
love poem not to be delivered
i do not love you, i do not know what love is.
you have to teach me.
you blush, the redness in your face stopping me
from doing what i had been thinking about doing all night.
i need to talk to you. butterflies stop me,
small ang fragile, they fly around in my belly,
preventing me from saying anything.
strong enough to withstand the fire in the whole of my
being that burns for you.
i feel ice forming between us,
thin warm ice, between two oceans.
but no matter how warm or thin, it still separates us.
how do i break through? a single word,
shared between you and i
will shatter it and force our oceans to flow together.
it will be inpossible to tell where one ends and another begins.
this scares me too. i dont know what to do.
we will both withdraw, and the ice will get thicker,
until one of us breaks it-
but that is so hard to do.
i love you.
its slightly changed, though.