I sit here and read
The poems to lovers
All the letters and greed.
But these poems aren't nothing
They all have a meaning
It's just finding it.

They don't all rhyme
Or have correct spelling
But authors took the time
Cultivating, dwelling,
Making their words come alive,
And have meaning to others.

Just because they're not perfect
Or make everyone smile,
Doesn't mean we all cant have
The spotlight for a while.

Knowing you've succeeded
In touching a heart
Is just like knowing
You'll never be apart.

I bid thee adieu
Since its early as sh*t
Have a gay day
And go accomplish it.