The Fourth Month

The mention of your name makes my skin shudder,
my heart race,
my mind go numb.
Did you know your name means peace, beauty and love?
Suits you perfectly.
You hit me like a brick wall the first time I saw you.
You knocked me senseless.
Your eyes.
The most beautiful brown, the shade of utter perfection.
Your skin.
Smooth and soft, such a light tone it's like your made of porcelain.
I'm afraid you might break.
Everything about you is perfect.
You're an angel.
Every breath, every word you speak, every time I get a glimpse of your smile I melt.
You are the fourth month.
You are the warmth and the flowers, the sun and the joy.
You are everything to me.
I know it's wrong to love you.
I know you'll hate me for confessing these things.
But I did.
They're out there now.
I have three words for you.
I've been trying to tell you them this whole time, but all these other things came out instead.
And here they are.
Dear the fourth month,
I love you.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is written for the person I love. There are many things that make it wrong to love them. They are two years older than me, they are in a relationship, and they are of the same sex as me. I'm not brave enough to approach them and tell this to their face, so I wrote it here. This poem means a lot to me, and I hope you guys enjoy it.