A Wine Stain Stuck in the Folds of My Brain.
Love poem
From my crooked teeth to the bottom of the soles of my feet.
My soul amongst all souls.
None yearns more for her more than mine.
Like a wine stain stuck in the folds of my brain.
No matter what I do.
Despite vigorous scrubbing.
My mind and thoughts cannot get rid of her.
I always hope she yearns for me.
The things she learns about me are surface-level.
But I want to learn more about her on a deeper level.
For the thought of us together.
I feel it would complete us all together.
For this love I have for her.
With all things considered.
Is something I can’t reconsider.
She is like a wine stain stuck in the folds of my brain.
The thought of her not being with me is too much to bear.
A stain in my brain, the thoughts of her stuck in my mind.
From my crooked teeth to the soles of my feet.
My soul, amongst all souls, yearns for her most.
A love too deep, unable to surface.
This is my ode to her.
Whether or not she listens.
I hope my love for her will never erode.
