Love Exists, Right?

One day I will write love poems about my lover.

They will be filled with remarkable tears,

and I’ll use them as rain for a picture book

outlining our umbrellaless walks.

They will beg me for one more before bed,

right when my dense eyes become me.

They’ll trace their name along my page and

I will tell them,

I never get tired of rewriting my dreams.

Jade Brown