{Note: This was written for NaPoWriMo. I originally liked it very much, but then I realized that it was very bad. So, after a few months of struggling with it and tearing my hair out and having little success, I turn it over to the YWS community. Have your way with it. Also, I'm not quite sure if the title is serious or not. Do advise.}
I am to write one poem a day for a month, and I wrote this for you on the second day.
You, who are amused by the writing of poetry,
asked me once if I have ever written about you.
"No," I said, calm, and you knew
nothing. But I can't help but wonder,
what would have happened if I
had said, many times, yes? If I had
looked up into your eyes instead of
down at my pen-in-hand, poised to
write 'love' on a solemn piece of paper?
