Poem 85/365 - The Tiniest Creature

I’m the tiniest creature you’ve ever met
I’m the voice of your heart’s regret
first you will not hear me at all
for as I told, I’m so very small

But just you wait, and I will grow
and before me your heart shall bow
and when I am ready (and that will be soon)
I’ll command your heart from dawn till noon

And while you lay asleep next to her
I sometimes curl up a bit tinier
but when she is gone and you wake up alone
your heart will slowly turn into stone

But don’t worry, my dear, don’t worry at all
I won’t let you cry, I won’t let you fall
I will never leave you, that couldn’t be
and when she leaves, you’ll always have me.

57/365 - Darling,

this I will give you:

my sloppy poetry
lazy Sunday mornings
chirpy giggling
first snow of this winter
little freckles on my arms
sheepy smiles when you say that you love me
adventures, if you'll dare
if you won't, I'll just kiss you until you fall asleep
and I'll keep you safe (if you'll do the same)
endless cups of coffee
love songs (out of tune, I'm afraid)
that little scar in my back no-one ever sees
(no-one, except you)
one third of my bookshelf
(you won't get half, but you can read all my books if you like)
quotes from Casablanca
endless pop culture references

this I will give you
but remember
I'm not for loan