Literature
Here's lookin at you, kid
I sat down today
pen in hand, beautiful blank sheet of college-ruled paper
with every intention of writing a declaration of my love
a sonnet, a vow, a sappy, mushy, nauseatingly sweet little poem
about how I love you to bits and pieces
how I can't stop thinking about you
how I want to kiss your lips
and ruffle your hair
and spend forever in your arms.
Or about how I see stars in your eyes
hear joy in your laughter
and doodle my name with your last name
like a love sick school girl.
But I realized that no words are good enough
no expression deep enough
no declaration clear enough
to explain the feeling I have when I hear your v