An Ode to the Next Woman

I will never be the lover you deserve.
It is the most unfortunate truth in my life.
I will never be the most handsome man in the room.
I won't say the right thing every time.
I won't show my love for you where others can see.
I'll make you cry at least twice.
And I'll hate myself when I do.
I won't catch you every time you fall.
I'll never comprehend you or many of your actions.
I'll try, but I'll fail, and miserably.
And I'll never deserve your love, truly I won't.
But I'll try.
I'll try so damn hard, I'm bound to fuck up.
And it'll frustrate you.
But you'll know I love you.
You'll know that without a shadow of a doubt.
I'll love you more than starry nights with a full moon.
More than the scent of a forest on a spring day.
More than anything I've seen or imagined.
You're the muse for my existence.
You inspire me to grow.
You make me believe I'm more than I am.
Pushing me to exceed my own expectations.
To keep pace with you as we run wildly through life.
To be more myself that I could ever dream to be.
You take away the boundaries.
You take me where we're free.
If only I knew where you were right now.