A Title to a Poem

Sleep is irrelevant
Time is a pawn
Love is a drug
That I apparently am on
Everything is sweeter
And the Clouds are more gray
My most vivid fantasy
Is to kiss you on a rainy day
Don't brush it off
Don't think it’s not true
Don't misguide yourself
Thinking I'm not in love with you
Others can imagine
That because of our age it’s not real
But it doesn't matter
Because you and I know what it is we feel
The cold, a look,
A gaze, a kiss
Things of perfection
Things of ecstatic bliss
If I could tell you anything
I would tell you this
I'd whisper, "i love you..."
And in terms of this poem...that's it.

Ashten Gerbing