Simple Things

Simple things,
coffee,
a good book,
and easy conversation.
Simple things that bring me
happiness.
But you,
you come crashing in,
and these simple things
become complicated.
For the coffee
seems tasteless,
now that I've tasted your lips.
And your eyes
interest me more than any book.
All I want

is to write poetry
on those easy conversations.
What have you done?
Simple things brought me happiness;
but now I want you.
And you -
you are complicated.