Your name curls my lips,
and tickles my tongue.
It haunts my pen, 
covers my page, 
and fills my heart.
I find myself drawing hearts
pierced with arrows,
and thinks of you.
I write these love sick poems,
filled with no rhyme, nor rhythm,
and stare into a sky full of wishes
with nothing to show,
but your name on my page,
my lips,
and my heart.