Wednesday, May 16, 2012

What Do You Love About Me?

What do you love about me?

                                                                                    Everything.

Is it my hair?
I know it’s not the longest, or the prettiest.
It certainly isn’t styled like the other girls around me.
In fact, I find it lackluster.

                                                                                                Yes, I love your hair.
                It doesn’t need to be long or pretty, because it’s pretty enough for me   
                I like the way it hangs down your back, .
                I find it beautiful, shiny, and just like you.

What do you love about me?
                                                                                                Everything.

Is it my mouth?
I know it’s loud and boisterous.
It’s sarcastic and mean.
It’s not the most melodic of voices, but it’s mine.
                   
                                                                  Yes, I love your mouth.
The way it moves when you talk.
The words that come out of your mouth are meaningful, and not mean unless you want it to be.
Just because it’s loud, doesn’t mean it’s bad.
I love the sound of your voice, which sounds like an orchestra, with all the instruments sounding in perfect harmony.

What do you love about me?

                                                                Everything.

Is it my eyes?
They’re brown
Plain, boring brown, just like me
They’re not orange, or blue, or green, just brown.
                   
                                                                                         Yes, I love your eyes.
                                                                                     They way they spark when you look at me,
                                                                                                The way they sparkle when you talk about your
dreams,
When I look at your eyes, I swear that I can see the Earth itself moving.

What do you love about me?
                        Everything.
Is it my skin?
I’m not the tannest girl on Earth,
In fact, I find myself pale.
I don’t have any piercings, so my skin has no holes.


                                                                                              I love all of you
                                                                                              I don’t care what other’s think,
                                                                                             Because I love you just the way you are
                                                                                             I love your hair, your eyes, your mouth, and your skin.
                                                                                             I love you especially.
                                                                                             What do I love about you?
                                                                                            Absolutely everything.

1 comment:

  1. The presentation of this poem was outstanding! The two different voices made a huge impact on the meaning and tone of the poem. So cool, I absolutely loved it!

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