Isn't it ironic that the sun shines the same way your eyes do?

Isn't it ironic that when I see you, it feels as if I just ran a marathon?

Isn't ironic that I feel the weakest when you're not around?

Isn't ironic that I thought of you all throughout this poem?

None of it is ironic, you see..

The sun shines the same way your eyes do because you too light up my world

You take my breath away the same way a marathon does

I feel weak in your absense because you are my strength

No irony, You are my inspiration

Your love is sweet perfection