Poetry (Intimate)

Love is not a quick read with cheap rhymes Or clichés that we've heard one too many times And love is not an essay with shortcuts and formats to me It's an off-beat kinda rhythm, a sophisticated prism Of colors, and feelings, and dreams And I try to understand it, but most times I don't get what it means Loving you is poetry It's not always good times, and roses, and champagne It's hard conversations on bad days But knowing the sunshine will always come after the rain, after the rain It's chaos, it's madness, it's magic And you'll know it the second you have it It ain't always perfect, but I'll take it all bittersweet Loving you is poetry And now that we're here on the same page I love the cover and contents the same way The curves in the cursive, just paint me a picture of you, you So, I wanna memorize those eyes, I wanna memorize each line I wanna read you every night, just to show you Love is a fancier word to describe you and me Loving you is poetry