You asked me why I like you
But I didn’t want to tell
Some of my reasons are cheesy...
But here is why I fell

I love the way your lips curve
When I make you smile
It makes me want to pull you close
And kiss you for awhile

I love the way your eyes twinkle
When you talk about things you love
I truely believe
You are a gift from above

I love that you are compassionate
You have such a big heart
That was the first thing I noticed
Right from the start

I love the way it feels
When you hold me tight
I finally feel safe
Like I could sleep through the night

I love that you don’t judge me
For my less than perfect self
That is more attractive
Than any amount of wealth

There are so many more reasons
But I’ll start with just this few
Maybe someday
I’ll give this poem to you

when you ask me if I'm bored
of listening to your terrible stories,
it makes me think about
what boredom means to me
and why it’s beauty that I find
in apparent mundanity.

you color my life in every tone of grey -
in a nourishing and poetic, underrated way.
GREY - the soul of every color in the world;
Invisible and aligned - right between extremes -
like all well designed things are known to be.

Or maybe because grey
feels like routine,
and you’re the everyday
that's to come and that has been.

you're where I set my bar for normal;
you're my Sunday night pajama informal.

You’re my common sense, and my reality check,
my perspective lens, my goodnight peck.
and even your grim phone voice
and plot less stories on sleepless nights
are part of the palette  I've come to adore,
painting magic in monochrome.

you say you want me there, in your arms, with you
your friends they see me, of course they'll ask who
I am and i'm waiting for that day
when what you tell them is the truth
and not another one of your lies
that you seem to tell all of the time
do you not love me? why don't you want them to know?
that it's me who has your heart
but you wanna "keep us on the low"
maybe I want more than to sneak around just to see you
maybe I don't want to hide behind all these secrets
maybe I've finally found my weakness
all I know is I don't want to be a secret anymore
but whatever I guess

You are the electricity that lights my world.
You are the music that plays in my heart.
You are the spark that ignites my flame and my love for you
You are the smile on my face.
You are the rocket that takes me to outer space
You are the ship that sails my ocean
You are the magic in this love potion
You are the blood that flows through my vein
You are the rails that carries my train
And you are also the thoughts in my head that won't let me sleep
You are the book that I can't stop reading
You are my cut that won't stop bleeding
You are my miracle that won't stop happening
And you are my fire that just won't stop burning
Baby you are so much to me And you mean the world to me.
For your eyes I will open and you will see.
Just so you can realize what you are to me.

I want to be
your vintage crooner for life
Frank Sinatra mixed with Marvin Gaye
with twenty-first century style
I'd greet you at the door with flowers
and be your chauffeur to wherever
you want to go I'll take you
there's no rush; we have forever
our life can feel like a movie
almost too good to be true
sooner or later you'll realize
I've always felt that way about you
galas and road trips
would only be enjoyable if I'm holding your hand
I think that we could see our dreams
with our own awake eyes
so come and ride away with me
and we can have the time of our lives
whether Sunday morning pancakes or a Tuesday noontime lunch
breakfast in bed or a Venice bistro will be equally fun
and if God takes us that far
I'd point to you when a kid asks what a Queen is
and someday many years from now
when we have an empty nest
we'll remember the feature film of our romance
and decide that we did it best