Leivos

by Tobias Hall Illustration
Illustration for a poem in Popshot Magazine:
When I Say I Have Come to Love You
When I say I have come to love you
I do not mean that I have become
accustomed to your morning moods
or the way you reduce my friends
to nervous wrecks at parties.
When I say I have come to love you
I am not talking of time having passed,
of feelings that grew imperceptibly as flowers,
bursting one day into tender shocking blooms.
When I say I have come to love you
it is not because you please me.
You are reckless, you are spoilt,
and you are careless with my heart.
God help me. 
When I say I have come to love you
I mean that is what I am here for.

by Tobias Hall Illustration

Illustration for a poem in Popshot Magazine:

When I Say I Have Come to Love You

When I say I have come to love you

I do not mean that I have become

accustomed to your morning moods

or the way you reduce my friends

to nervous wrecks at parties.

When I say I have come to love you

I am not talking of time having passed,

of feelings that grew imperceptibly as flowers,

bursting one day into tender shocking blooms.

When I say I have come to love you

it is not because you please me.

You are reckless, you are spoilt,

and you are careless with my heart.

God help me. 

When I say I have come to love you

I mean that is what I am here for.

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