As a poet...

I could write a billion poems each day about the day we met, because that's a memory that won't, ever leave me, I could say things I said that day but when I walked into that room, and saw you. my heart was stolen, had to come back twice to make sure my eyes weren't foolin, but each moment we've had has shown me that you're definitely real, and this feeling is a crystal deal, no blemish. to find a lover in the most unexpected of places is one thing, but to lose your heart to a stranger is one mistake I'd do again and again with you. Because girl now you have me writing a thousand poems about that day, my ever best mistake was that I stayed, in that room with you, I'd do it again, if it meant I get you again.