Love, love, love

A Slightly Historical Love Poem

If we had been in the same platoon during Vietnam, I would have jumped on a grenade for you.
You are my dirty little secret, like a speakeasy in the days prohibition saw through.
Even those long sentences of an alcoholic Faulkner can't express the emotion,
Nor the timelessness of the stories from Titanic, lost in the ocean.
Like Bonnie and Clyde, we are a combined force,
And our passion rivals Catherine the Great's for that horse.
Not only do I love you more than I can say,
but we're building our own history day by day...

Needs lots of work, but this is my roughdraft and I'm working with these metaphors to try and produce something better.

I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire

So...
I had planned to be single this summer
but fate just felt the need to fuck with me.

My good friend's cousin took a liking to me
and the feeling was reciprocated.

Just got back from the first official date
and it was flattering and cute how nervous he was

I noticed him grasping for words that would impress me
but that doesn't really matter to me

He was so adorably awkward
and he thinks I'm a saint (so far from truth)

I don't know what can come of this
because I'm leaving for school in a month

But we are taking a gamble
on what can happen until then...