More Words About Clichés And Love Poem by Anton Leyland

Perhaps it is clichéd to denounce cliché,
but I have to question the value
of marking the colour of your eyes.
They might be brown, blue, red, green -
They are your eyes and yours alone,
and that is enough for me to love.
I might spend time on your hair;
call it the sun or a season.
Yet it might be a season in hell
and still be yours – yours alone,
and that is more than enough to love.
I might splash a sonnet on your lips,
call them the pearly gates
or some other thing,
but they are only your lips,
unique, and too much to love.