Who Am I To Love? Poem by Am I drunk or a Poet ?

When it comes to emotions,
I can never really express many of them.

They sit there, forever waiting,
waiting to not even be said.

They float on my mind,
they pin themselves to what feels right.

I may not be able to express them all,
but I can express 3.

When I see the ocean,
I feel alive.

When I see a blooming flower,
I feel hopeful.

When I see you,
I see everything.

Remember to take my words lightly,
Because really,
Who am I to Love you?