By quiet words come to mind,
words spoken softly
in the dead of night
words about love, not about pain,
and i wonder how long
i’ve felt this way.
you grabs my waist and lift me above,
you hug me forever,
and your hand is my glove.
you hate your smile, but i love it still
i hate my laugh,
but you love it like no other will.
you kiss my forehead, then look me in the eyes,
your lips part slightly
and our hearts beat in time.
Poem by Sophia Davis ’20
