Bruno

There was a boy, he was Italian, and he stole my heart,

He was sweet, funny, and he had a love for art.

He read books, he was smart, and was very cute,

My feelings were so sweet, like a tree’s ripe fruit.

He had brown hair and dark eyes like a baby calf,

Love struck and confused, every time I’d hear his laugh.

I hadn’t felt emotions like that since elementary school,

Hid my emotions from him, my face red and hot like a fool.

Yes, love poems are overdone, I know that for sure,

But hey, what can I say? He was cute, my love had no cure.

Never told him my feelings, but I think he liked me too,

But now I’m in high school, so I’ll never know if that’s true.

I still think about him sometimes, how fun that class was,

My heart was so full, brimming over, my stomach fluttered with doves.

I’m grateful for that experience, feeling love so strongly like that,

We talked a few times, it was exciting, I enjoyed our chats.