Knowing: A Poem By Nhick

KNOWING

I know I'm not 6ft tall.

But I won't come short of me loving you.

Every alphabet in your name is a poem to me.

I do say you daily.

And sometimes,

I'm out here thinking how to compose a poem for a poet like you.

I know how your lips move when

You did smile.

You end a smile.

With the way your light skin strikes me in every conversation.

Your beauty has a lip that do the talking.

For complexion is too complex to describe you.

And I think about you when

I wake.

Am awake.

I dream of me thinking about you.

I think about me dreaming of you.

Something adjectives can't explain.

I know how good cook you are.

Your eyes are the recipe to cook my heart.

Calling your name before eating is a grace.

I know you don't lie.

Your make-up can tell how Christian you are.

And I can tell how you get things figured out with your figure 8.

I know everything about you.

But not heartbreak.

Until I fell for you.

A scary fall.

And you taught me.

I guess you know more than I do.

©Nhick