Ever since I discovered Love
Or that silly thing I called it,
I've written poems for the boys
Though when I started, with little wit.

I have always fancied artists
Doesn't matter what their kind,
The creative bunch intrigues me
Probably why I study the mind.

A poem for this boy a poem for that
I have one for each I've cared for.
(There's one that has more than most
That one boy, I especially adore).

But someday in my life
I want to be the subject
Of someones endearing words,
Each stanza delicately handpicked

They don't have to make me swoon,
Fall in love or be romantic,
I just want to be admired
By sketched words not a tactic

Now please don't judge my soul
For wanting admiration,
Everyone one this planet wants it
Regardless of city, race or nation.

Some desire it less
Some desire it more
But would you really reject
A lovers kiss in a bookstore?

But as for now at this time
I don't need a kiss right away,
I just want a poem for me
(Pardon the atrocious cliche).

So someday in my life
I hope to be the subject
Of someones endearing words,
Each stanza, for me, handpicked.

How blessed I am to feel a love too deep
and to know a passion so blind.
How grateful I am for a torture so fulfilling
and a pain so worthwhile.

Ravishing charming captivating enchanting
The purest of loves isn't as pure as you think.
Always leave room for mistakes and forgiveness
Push and pull, give and take.

True love isn't about butterflies and nervousness
It isn't about looking your best and smelling like roses.
True love is laughter, silence, content glances
Not being ashamed of your body, or weaknesses.

How lucky you will be when you know a love too deep
And a passion so blinding.
Be grateful for the torture that is fulfilling
And a pain that is so worthwhile.