I think I'll frame this...

[kteeee]

My ex boyfriend wrote this poem about me.

Dear Love

The stars are black
And my rooms have gone cold.
I loved her with two hearts
And she loved me with one back.

My love she is cold and bold
And she doesn’t care for consequence.
Her words sounds as sweet as Andrew Bird’s
violin and bow. Her eyes are lit with a diamond

sea hue, and She’s as lively as
an unwound spring .A Man would never
forget her. When she speaks, her breath
infects all matter from earth to Pluto. My dear

love is a lion, mad and golden,
and some wild mother bore her.
The ground is kind to her roaming feet.
And a forest of trees would part for her.

As calming to my heart she seems
As the tremor of a guitar string. My own dear
love, she is a figment of my boyish dreams,
and I wish she were in North Korea.

My love runs by like a tardy professor
And makes no friends with sorrow’s
muddy grass. She will place her tiny
feet on joy’s paved path.

She’ll live her days where
The pavement covers.
No mud can taint it, and no grass
can grow through it. My dear

love she is my world,
and I hope a soldier shoots
her if she tries to leave North Korea.