My latest thought is that life is Cliché

Missing her for days

Is when MY life becomes Cliché.

The first thought on my mind is her,

The last vision I see is her.

Not a moment where my mind isn’t on her

Dreaming up how happy she makes me

Even though she doesn’t know the half of it.

She’s my ‘imperfect’ perfection

My cure and infection,

There will never be an objection.