My love is moonlight
Because it's not only dark,
But illumimates.

My love is music
Because it's both personal
And vulnerable.

My love is a tree
Because it grows back slowly
And slower each time.

My love is home
Because if you leave it, still
It stays there for you.

My love's a haiku
Because it has its limits
But depth speaks much more.

First one awake, now how do you feel
For falling asleep so late?
You should have known,
                     when you're on your own
Up first is a permanent state.

I knew a boy, who was beautiful in every way
But never felt that way
He always offered to take the smaller half
Not because he wanted less
but because he knew he wasn't good enough
to have more