Poetry.
Life isn’t poetry,
But our hands lock together
Like puzzle pieces
And our hearts intertwine
Like vines on a fence.
We’ll never be as perfect
As our words
On those late nights,
But we can sure as hell try.
I know I love you
More than life itself.
You are the best
I have ever known
And that gift
Lightens my life.
This poem is about:
Me