A Love Poem
I'm writing this to candle light
Sitting in the silky bathrobe I bought from goodwill
And smelling the incense that always makes me feel like I'm in a pine forest
Because that's the closest thing I can feel to flirty in this lonely place
I wouldn't say I'm in love with you
In the same way I can't be in love with the moon
But I always take a moment to just breath her in whenever she graces my sky
Pine forests make me think of you
Or maybe the other way around.
I don't remember how pine forests smelled before I met you
In a way, this is Shakespeare's fault.
Because if he hadn't already wrote that Juliet's eyes were more beautiful then stars
And that stars would be dim compared to her eyes
And her eyes, in the sky, would outside anything the heavens had to offer
Then I would be able to offer you an original metaphor.
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