On Monday I confessed my love for you
You said you had stuff to do
Nothing more was said on that
As I watched you walk out over the welcome mat
On Tuesday I confessed my love for you
You asked about my favourite shade of blue
I thought a while before I said
I’m really rather into red
On Wednesday I confessed my love for you
While we wandered through the zoo
You were busy with the snakes
And wondering what kind of a selfie a monkey takes
On Thursday I confessed my love for you
But you were concerned with what I knew
About transcontinental railway journeys
And whether they gave discounts to attorneys
On Friday I confessed my love for you
You powdered the end of your billiard cue
Trying so hard to look so cool
While at the same time playing the fool
On Saturday I confessed my love for you
We were standing there, admiring the view
The waves crashing on the beach
And birds flying just out of reach
On Sunday I confessed my love for you
You complained about your new shoe
And that you’d need to take it back
When you really needed to pack
One day I will confess out loud
For now, it hangs over me like a cloud
I really should tell you before you go
But I’m afraid of your reaction once you know
Loved this poem. Love is hard, telling someone you love them is even harder 😊
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