If this poem does not come with a rose,
know that it is only because I could not
find one fit to hold up to you.

If this poem does not come with sweets,
know that it is only because I could not
find any as sweet as the air that coresses your lips.

If this poem is not handed by me when you receive it,
know that is only because I have lost myself
looking for the words to show my love.

If this piece of paper includes anything other
than pure attempts to ink my emotions,
know that it is only a way for me to cower.

Though this road is new to me
and I have yet to figure out where it leads us,
with this I show my gratitude for the current walk I take.