Love

Random poem I wrote today

Summer in Brooklyn

You sold your pearled necklace to a dealer

Did you know that it was going to be me?
Did you know then?
Did you know?

I held your hand in the gleam of night

It was prickly then, cold, as if it were made out of thorns

I knew it then

I knew

I knew it would be you

We ran to California in the midst of a rush

If the flames burned the scorching city

If an earthquake scattred us

Or a wave killed with its icy waters

It would not matter.

The true pain would be not meeting you

For that I cannot imagine

I cannot

Rejoice and twine your hand with mine forever my love

Because even if my sonnets are stupid

And  my poems make no sense

I will write the hopefully pretty words for you

Only you

By the seaside we will grow old

A coastal grandmother and grandfather

But we will see each other as young

For that is what love does

I see your errors you see mine

We work on them together

You love the way I get nervous before a dance

And I love the way you smile when you read

In simple terms

That probably did not need such copious amounts of words : 

        I Love You

Author's Note

what do you think of this poem?