Fond

Fond is a tricky word, but it reminded me of you.

And I am partial to you when I write poems.

Poetry allows me to be romantic, which is not my strength.

I am affectionate, but words save me.

Because while I am adoring in person, I tend to stumble,

But poetry solidifies my doting thoughts.

I try to speak, but I get so nervous.

You are wonderful and caring and kind,

And none of my sentimental words seem as lovely as you.

You’re like the human form of poetry.

There is meter in your movement and melody in your speech,

You constantly inspire and delight.

I cannot help but love you as I have loved the words,

And feel the same warmth from you.