Not A Love Poem

I promised myself I'd never write a Love Poem.
I'm simply not that kind of girl.
But:


A sweet melody
softly swings from
my window,
across the terrace,
down the vines.

It skips down the driveway,
under twinkling stars,
drifting father and farther
from the
sidewalk.

A sweet melody
softly sweeps from
my heart,
down through my shoes,
dances across the floor.

It flies and it soars,
content but longing
looking for one other:
the missing piece to the puzzle,
the last note of the song.

A sweet melody
softly swung from
my window,
across the terrace,
climbed down the vines.
A sweet melody
softly swept from
my heart,
through my shoes,
and danced across the floor.

Stepped off the sidewalk
under the twinkling stars.
Swung and swept over to you.
We danced in the street with no music on,
Me?a little nervous. A little unsure.
Your arms are the puzzle piece
(I've been searching for forever)
The sidewalk: my doubts
(I've been searching forever)
Last note of the song:
your voice.
whisper softly in my ear.


I promised myself
I'd never write a love poem.
I'm just not that girl.

...but I've been wrong before.