Love Letter

By some smitten fool, Contributor

 

A is for Alberta, where you were born,
B is for Britain, where you didnā€™t grow up,

C is for corn ā€™cause you like eating corn,
D is for donā€™t you wish I would shut up?

 

E is for everything I like about you,

F is for face, I guess yours isnā€™t bad,

G for gelato, you still owe me two,

H is for how much you sound like your dad.

I is myself ā€™cause Iā€™m your number one,
J is for Jaws, which you still havenā€™t seen,

K is for kisses, those are pretty fun,

L is for love, yeah you know what I mean.

 

M is for music, your taste is quite crappy,

N for your nose, itā€™s okay, itā€™s not great,

O is for ooh la la, weā€™re so sappy,

Pā€™s for the park where we had our first date.

 

Q, hmm, Qā€™s hard, letā€™s just skip this letter,

R is romantic, which this poem is not,

S for spaghetti, yours is good but mineā€™s better,

T is for tacos, mm, now those are hot.

 

Uā€™s understanding, which you sometimes donā€™t do,

V is Volkswagen, letā€™s say W is as well,

XOXO, and of course Y is you,

Z for some lemon zest ā€™cause sweetie, you smell.

 

Wasnā€™t this a love poem? Oops, I guess not this time.

It might not be romantic, but at least it does rhyme.