Today in class we were asked to write a poem, or a song about love. âIt can be to a lover, about hating love, or about what love makes you feel, anything you want it to beâ the teacher instructed. My mind went straight to the thought of you. Your brown eyes, and the way they sparkle whenever you talk about the music you like. The way you move your hands when youâre talking passionately about Kanyeâs newest album, or your family. And your strong arms, that youâve been working so hard on that lately. For 20 minutes Iâve been sitting there, thoughts of you running through my mind, memories of little moments weâve shared thoughtout the years of knowing one another. When it was my turn to read my poem, âIâve got nothingâ, was all that came out my mouth, as I was looking down at my paper, scribbling your name on it.