Poems about Love

to be loved by a photographer and a poet

To be loved by a photographer:

I captured the first time
you laughed and the reason was me.
When your earlobes turned red
when you were angry.
When you rubbed your eyes, feeling sleepy,
and almost let your head rest on my shoulder.
When you brought the enchanting red roses for me,
and when you blushed so hard,
your cheeks turned pink.
Perhaps I love capturing you
because you might not be permanent,
at least your memories are.

To be loved by a poet:

Writing about you makes me feel
I'm closer to you.
The way I can put down every detail of yours.
The way your eyes crinkle
when you're happy, sad, or angry.
The way you scrunch your face,
The way I feel when I am with you.
Everything I write is
for you, and about you.
Just you.
I sometimes wish you could read them all.
But then my stomach turns into a tight knot,
I feel a deep pit,
a lump in my throat.
Because for some reason,
I know that you are not mine
even though I have you.
And for some messed up reason,
I know that you are not hers
even though you are with her.