Hopeless Romantic

by Chris Butler

I write her love letters

without a signature,

while falling for her

on tendon bended knee

after tripping over

my stuttering words,

as I present flowers

to grim reapers,

sing love songs

with my one man band,

and offer rings

to quadriplegic mistresses,

by proposing engagements

for dates set by fate.

I’m a hopeless romantic

claiming to be a poet.