a yoonmin poem

a look, a smile, a hand on your thigh

i squeal at your antics, and grin with a sigh

you hold hands so gently, as if they will break

and only a thousand pictures i take

your friendship gives me shivers, it's cuteness galore

and i cant help but hope that maybe you're more

no matter the song, the video, or dance

you really could kill me with one single glance

i try to choose one, but the other says no

so here i am, stuck with you both

you really do kill me, every single day

but i wouldn't have it any other way