Dearest Love

I sit down in my chair, feet up, wrapped hair.
I’m writing to share with My Love how much I care.

I have tea in hand, cream with a little sugar,
I spell out, “Dearest Love” on the paper.

I write how I loved that he’s mine
I say how I love to spend time.

I compare him to air,
How I need it and its always there.

I smile as I reflect
On the way that we connect.

And how lucky I must be,
‘Cuz My Love chose me.

How all the girls pray
For a man that acts this way.

I write pages of praise
Of how he brightens my days.

And words can’t keep up
With the feelings that erupt

When I think of My Love
And the things that he does.

I continue on for pages
About his unwavering patience.

And characteristics I lack,
He possesses and gives back.

I list examples and draw pictures
Of how together we’re the perfect mixture.

And lastly, I remember to say,
How I hope he doesn’t go away.

Then, I fold up the paper and hide it away,
Until I find My Love someday.