Untamed

I’m a hopeless romantic.

I will crush you with feelings,

swamp you with love notes,

send you little texts

that will hold so much meaning.

xxx

I’m the kind of person

that makes up mixed tapes,

of love songs we listened too,

that we laughed and danced too

when we were just mates.

xxx

Pictures in frames

hanging from a string.

Because love to me

is about wanting 

our hearts to sing.

xxx

I leave notes in lunch boxes,

and on the counter tops,

dinner in the oven

for when you get home from work

and just need to drop.

xxx

Date nights where we picnic

under the moonlight.

We stare at the stars and

when I say ‘I’m cold’,

you hold me so tight.

xxx

Trips to the beach

where we lay on the sand.

Run in the waves

and I twirl while you

take my hand.

xxx

Coffee left on your bedside table.

Ready for when you wake.

I read my book silently,

looking at you while you sleep,

and I can feel my heart ache.

xxx

Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic.

I have a heart that burns,

for intricacies and moments,

for memories, laughter and smiles.

This is what my heart yearns.