Bad News

Just a poem in which I frame my realization that I feel more deeply than I thought as if a doctor related a grim prognosis.

I have bad news for you
I'm sorry to say
I don't know what to do,
but I feel a certain way

You didn't do anything wrong,
but now I have love
It sure didn't take long
and I don't think I'm done

I know it's awful to hear,
but I'd rush to your side
Don't mean to fill you with fear,
but you'd be anyone's pride

Don't want to rain on your parade,
but you radiate light
and brighten people's days
Maybe it isn't right

that hearts go missing
whenever you're around
Gravity just stops working
and people can't stay aground

Butterflies start to fly
and birds start to sing
In just five minutes
you turn the Winter into Spring

I'm sure you don't intend
to break the laws of nature
And I don't think you planned
to be the muse of every painter

Don't think you meant to put me
on your list of admirers
think I'll stay on the mailing list for now
instead of being an unsubscriber

Author's Note

Opinions welcome