Hold the poems..hold the Flowers

Hold the poems.... Hold the flowers.

I know you and I
are not about poetry.
Love songs and roses
are just bullshit to you.
We fight like cat and dog
And burn like animals in heat
when we make up on the bed.
But I have to say something.
So you know what's inside me.
Waiting to be heard.
Needing to be said.
Just the way that you toss 
Your hair before a
morning coffee.
Burns the fuck out of me.

Loves not always 
walking in the rain
flowers and hugs
but its still love right
Jude