A gift for her from me,
a polished love poem,
a bunch of stolen dirty jokes,
a love song full of Jason Mraz, James Blunt and Passenger’s verses,
tell you the sweetest word my tongue can curve,
speak your language without knowing the meaning,
having dinner without involving our stomachs,
or give you the cutest smile my mind can think of,
act silly, maybe you will laugh and i will add a point to my never ending exam,
i don’t know what you like,
my mind has many choices,
a small gift but it tells what’s inside me,
a small heart with shy but true motives,
that’s a gift from me to you,
a settled choice,
have it.
Dark hands 