i love you and have always loved you
from the moment i first saw you and even after you
opened your mouth
time and time again.
i have watched those lips move,
adored and hated the contour of it
whether it has been nice or mean to me
but i have always loved it regardless.
the personality that accompanies it
is equally as pervasive as the wonderment
that continues to mystify deep sea divers excavating cave channels
and scientists baffled by space time continuums.
you are absolutely and utterly enchanting.
maybe this is the reason that some of my most hateful and wonderful
words belong to you.
if i was a poet
you would be my muse.
as corny as it sounds
and as crass as the word 'corny' sounds
i knew it was written in the stars that we would someday meet
and change one another
forever.
and when we did
there were sparks
and so what that
back then your head was in the clouds,
today it's buried in the sand
and i am writing this to tell you
i haven't forgotten what it is like
to be you
to be loved
by me
and you haven't forgotten what it's like
to be you
to love
and be loved
by everyone