3, 2, 1 love you
Seven billion people
But I love you
Six million reasons why
But I can’t choose
Five thousand butterflies in my stomach
That seems to never defuse
Four hundred memories of us
Which I couldn't bear to lose
Thirty songs we sing
None of them are blues
Two hands together
Both of us infused
One heart we share
We know it’s in good use
Because you love me
But most of all
I love you.
This poem is about:
Me