Avow

A lovely dovey poem

You make me vulnerable (in a good way)
not hopeless, but disarmed.
I am not sure if it's wrong to want to stay-
when so much of my life is go.

Go Go Go:
to the grand opening show,
to the night of the sounds.
To the day and the nouns
(that I've dedicated to you).

Future memories I've made for us-
sit trapped in my driving mind
(moves forward to thus),
as I look at you sitting there.

There, their "theres"
trickle to one million and one cares.
Eyes say, "hello" in a not-so-sad stare.
Beautiful words I may fare,
but will not.

It's true, I think I love you,
or at least I can't stop thinking of how your mind-
looks so pretty next to mine (but you haven't a clue).
Oh "my", may be a tricky thing now.

Now Now Now:
if you'd be so kind as to allow-
my words to avow?
Because darling, I could show you how-
the many ways I could be all yours.