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My Poem

Dear babe,
You make me smile.
Thank you for being you
and no one else.
And thank you for having
blue eyes
and not brown
or green
or orange
or yellow
Your perfect
and you light my world
on fire
And you make me happy
So I’m smiling right now.
You’re not here
but I sure am thinking
about you
And it’s putting a smile
on my face.
This is a poem
because I call it a poem
Not cause it’s pretty
or cause it rhymes
or cause it’s poetic
in any sense of the word
But because I call it
My Poem, it’s a poem.
I can write pretty things
I could say when you look
at me, my heart
sings and sings and sings
And it does, but that’s not
what this is about
This is My Poem
and it’s a poem cause
I say it’s a poem and cause
poems are written
in heart language
but sometimes what my heart
writes isn’t very pretty-
it’s just raw and boring
and blahh
And it just screams,
in black and white
plain and simple and unperfected:
I love you
so I let it.
and call it
My Poem.