This is not a love poem
-well, not exactly.
You see, these words are not for now.
Not for today,
probably not for tomorrow either.
They are for that distant day
-at least, it feels distant-
where I hope that love will be.
When that day comes,
there will be words of love.
But words of love can’t be generic.
That’s not love,
it’s a memorized script.
So this is a promise, not a poem
for my distant love.
One day there will be a poem.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everybody!