Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink

Dearest

I loved the way you held my hand

While we walked off to class

When we ate in the cafe or

Just laid down in the grass

I loved the pet names that you made

How you called me your love

It made me feel so cherished like

A gift sent from above

I loved the way you held me close

Although it made you hot

The way you dragged my chair closer

Without a second thought

I loved the way you were so nice

You held so many doors

You walked the car-side of the street

Would grab my plate and yours

I loved the way that we would talk

At all times of the night

You'd tell me to go get some sleep

And make sure I'm alright

I loved all the attention that

You freely, gladly gave

You acted like I was the one

To save you from the grave

I had never been the dearest

Maybe never even close

That day I was enchanted when

You said you loved me most

I have no good excuse to give

I can't explain it all

Just thinking on the the things I did

Makes me feel rather small

I'm sorry it took half a year

Just to make me see

That I was not in love with you-

I loved you loving me