I have recently became aware,
And realized it to be unfair,
That most poems I write are about me.
This is only by chance, not how I choose it to be.
And if this wasn't a big enough clue.
This poem I've begun, will be about you.
Happy doesn't describe what I am with you.
I never thought a boy could complete me, but you do.
When you look at me I always feel that spark.
A day without you is a day in the dark.
My love for you lives deep in my heart.
If you were to go , you'd tear me apart.
I long to hear your voice ring on my ears.
It's the only voice that could bring me to tears.
I never thought I could love this much.
Constantly, I am longing for your touch.
You really were made for me, and I for you.
You've always let me know you love me too.
It's truly unbelievable the way that I feel.
And it's really to bad that you aren't even real