... round one!

hand it over,
give it back.
when i said you could have it,
i didn't mean that
you could take it out
and stomp it apart,
no, i want it back,
give me back my heart.

... hm, that was okay, but let's try for two.

you put things in my hands,
you take them back out.
i watch, i listen, i love, and
i never know what you're about.
you are the quietest man i've ever met,
you are the most confusing friend of mine.
i watch, i listen, i love, and
i fall for you every time. do
you know what i am about? do
you really understand?

... well, i've never been queen of love poems. so a third attempt.

hands down,
i can hardly handle you.
and i don't know whether or not
you even try to handle me.
doesn't matter,
i'm pleased with the good things we do,
even i can never tell if you
ever feel similarly.
hard to read,
you put the simple in japanese.
crazy american,
why do you do this to me?
hand over hand, i try
so very hard to please.
but you are closed like a book
in a language i can't read.

hands down, hands held,
i'm confused,
but pleased.