Thinking Love

Poetry
to me
is stumbling in the dark
searching for
the right words
to describe
the feeling
I get
when she smiles
while she sleeps.

There is nothing quite
so pure in love
as a boy
and a girl
building castles
in the clouds.

The beautiful thing
about young love
is the truth
in our hearts that it will last forever.
I want to be with someone
who dreams of doing everything in life,
and nothing
on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

Love could be labeled poison
and we’d drink it anyways.
Put a girl in
moonlight
and tell only truths
and every man
becomes a poet.