The Innocence of Love
I like love in the most innocent of ways,
Like a warm hug,
And not to be swept under the rug.
I don’t like sex,
Or kissing,
Or making out.
Because there’s nothing better than a boy in your arms and the sun on your cheeks.
The words “my love” instead of babe, baby, or babygirl.
A dinner and a movie instead of Netflix and chill.
Or maybe just Netflix and not the chill part.
Because I see love as a work of art.
I don’t want something rough,
I want something tender,
I want the innocence of love.
This poem is about:
Me