I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.

When a poet falls in love with you,
You will be his queen
You will be the most beautiful lady that they have seen
You will be the subject and protagonist in every story and scene
Because when a poet falls in love with you,
that poet will take away your fears and sorrow
and you can be **** sure that he will wipe away your tears and for you, he sure as hell will catch an arrow
and he will promise you that there is a beauty in every tomorrow

when a poet falls in love with you,
he will surely give you all of his time and attention,
love and affection,
gives you all of his protection,
as if you're the most precious masterpiece in his entire creation
and in times that you'll feel you're all alone,
he will become your favorite superhero without a cape on
because a poet knows how powerful the words are-
he will build your dreams up and through his words, you will become immortal
you will be the center of his universe, you will be his stars and moon
and even though you're thousand miles apart he will never be tired in saying "see you soon"

Because when a poet falls for you,he will use all of his vocabulary
his words,letters, sentences and paragraph will be his armory
because for him, nothing is more precious than seeing his girl happy

i wish i could say
that you're the type
i'd find, buy
at the Dollar Tree
or on a Wal-Mart
shelf half price,
but that would be
an understatement.

you aren't just
good soup,
great soup,
one of the best
soups.

you are the best
soup,
Campbell's Soup.

i wish i had perfect explanations,
not just perfect as in,
perfect for what i want to say
but also for what you want to hear.

because i'm not perfect ---
neither are you,
and we will never be perfect.

but we can make funny noises
at each other. i'll catch you
humming a tune and join you.

we can have laughs about
my clumsiness and
your stretchy dress pants.

we can have coffee
at the kitchen table
as we small talk about
clutter and junk,
or deep talk about
the way we just
can't get enough.

we can have arguments
that are sometimes
both pointless
or pointful,
or even both at the same time.

we can also have kissing sprees
that last hours, wet ones,
long ones, short ones,
and french ones
to make up for those
arguments.

we can have raw
and real.

we can have each
other, us, the glory,
the pain, and
maybe even
love.

too be honest,

you turn me on.

i'm hooked.

i'm high.

feelings,
believing...

you're in love with me.