A Love Poem

Some people don't like poetry or mushiness, and that's fine. But sometimes you just have to get it off your chest.

I'm so in love
but I can't find
the words to tell you all the time

You laugh at me
in my goofy ways
when I am digging for your praise,

and when I turn the clock away
and ask you for the time of day
or click off the 27-news
and ask you how the weather is.

You tell me I am being dumb
To turn the stupid TV on
And look at the clock if I want to know
How the time is getting on.

But the weatherman is always wrong,
and I don't really need to know.
In fact my sense of time is strong:
the sun,
the moon,
the cricket song.

But I just like to ask from you.
I like the way you roll your eyes
I like the way you square your face:
My words to you are no surprise.

I just almost need to hear.
No, I really need to hear
that everything will be okay
and all our skies are crystal clear.

I don't believe the weatherman,
though he's as often right as wrong.
and that old clock is running slow,
the batteries have been too long.

But when you say
that its ok
I know it is
I know
I know
And when you say
"it's time,
it's time"
Then I will say
"let's go,
let's go."