I’ll tell you what’s not going to be in this love poem.
There won’t be any fire or dancing or swimming
Or veins or heart beats or flutters or everythings
Or eternities or infinities or alls or being losts
Or crazinesses or kisses or embraces or oceans
Or holding anythings or flashes or best friends
Or clouds or stars or moons or any types of plants
Or dolphins (because they’re actually kind of rapy)
And definitely no rhyming or meter or syllable counts.
The only thing in this love poem is going to be love.
It’s going to be so damn perfect that as you slowly read
You’ll just be like, “I feel love right now. He nailed it.”
Of course it’ll have to get bookmarked or highlighted
Or repinned or reposted or DM’d or shared like crazy
And that viral sharing will be a metaphor for our love,
Inspiring envious smiles and eye-rolls from our friends.
Then, long after its fallen off every news feed you’ll find
This poem again and smile because I still love you.
-T. Weeks
(Has nothing to do with “From Pent-Up Aching Rivers”)
Life Immense 