It's the Sparks

I'm going to finish a poem
I started long ago
Thought it because I love you
Write it so you know

It's about 3 in the morning
Clock reminds me of the time
I thought that I should write that down
So you know you're on my mind
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Just shut up
And talk to me :]
You're thinking to hard
Don't think, just... be

"I can't be cute on spot"
You let out with a sigh
Breanne, you're always cute
You don't even have to try

I'm going to finish this poem
Love; I'm going to try to define
It's 3 o'clock in the morning
And you are on my mind

Love isn't words
Or any poem I write you
It sure isn't a song
That we sing along to

It isn't this paper
A time, or a place
It's the sparks in your eyes
When I put a smile on your face

(I was having writers block, so I asked breanne to say something cute, she looked at me, and sighed, and said "I can't be cute on spot." I finished that poem)