As I write this,
I discovered truly how
hard it is to start a poem
for someone you care about
so much. But I’ll definitely
give it my all. Like I have been.
For starters, this poem will not rhyme.
It will also have no meter, nor
will it have a specific purpose,
except maybe a smile from you.
The content here is what matters, dear.

It seems that no matter how much I say it,
I really do miss you, all the time.
It doesn’t hurt, no, it’s just an odd
yearning I feel whenever you’re not around.
Touche?

You mean a lot to me,
and though it’s been this way a while,
I chose today among other days to remind you so.

I care about you too.

I know things aren’t always perfect,
just as you’re not, and I’m not,
but I don’t want it that way.
And who’s to say what perfection is?
I say we have it down.
And I feel these things,
that make me smile at the thought,
and make me anticipate seeing you,
whenever and wherever that may be.

We’re still a miracle.
I never saw us, not out of the billions
of people on this planet.
Then came you,
and I’m so glad it was you.

How is it that when you’re there
I can feel on top of the world?
Maybe an answer isn’t what I’m
looking for, or maybe I actually do
rule the world.
I just love the way you make me feel.
And though we have a long ways to go,
and we’re still only beginning,
I have faith, that no matter what,
we’ll overcome it all, and no
force in the world can take us down.
I feel phenomenal.

I think these things everyday
just as they follow me in my sleep,
but today was another day to think them,
and just the day to write it all down.
No, it wasn’t beautiful,
and no, it didn’t rhyme,
but real poetry doesn’t have to.
Listen here, love, as I say these words,
and remember I mean them well,
for forgetting them would be a shame.
We really are perfect,
but in our own way,
which is the best way.