A Cliché Love Poem in the Form of a Thank-You

A Cliché Love Poem in the Form of a Thank-You

 

 

In all of your intelligence

In all of your wit

Amongst facts and formulas

Procedures and problems

 

There are a few things

You haven’t heard me say.

Perhaps out of forgetfulness

Perhaps out of fear.

 

But you should get to hear them

Or at least get to read them.

And maybe it’s cliché

But it’s still the truth.

 

But then there you are

In all of your brilliance and charm.

With the deepest of eyes

And the warmest of smiles.

 

Every angle and edge of your body

That you have taught yourself to hate.

I have learned to love.

And it makes you all the more breathtaking.

 

The way you sleep

Sighing while as you drift off.

Your chest rising and falling

Your face calm and handsome.

 

The way you concentrate

When you sit at the piano.

Playing, faltering for just a moment

Not that I notice anyway

 

The way you run your hands through your hair

They way you trace my skin

Your fingers leaking spectacular spirals of stars

Where ever they go.

 

How your lips match mine

How I melt to fit the curve of your body

Everything else vanishes

And I dissolve at your touch.

 

You have stolen my heart

Ah, yes, that classic line.

You have taken that

And everything else that comes along with it.

 

Taken everything I loathe about myself

And turned it into something worthwhile.

Thank you for that.

Thank you for everything.