Late night conversations about sweet nothings, I feel as though he is just -something, Something so goofy and unique, I smile from ear to ear as he speaks, I stay up almost the entire night and day, It would be easier if he were to be next to me and stay, He says we practically read each others' minds -telepathy, I can go on and on about his sympathy, We make funny faces all the time, He is what I callΒ Β -a dime, Not a dime's worth nor it's size, It's quirkiness and shine, And to end this poem is hard - just in a few lines, His eyes and smile fill the room with light, There is not one thing I regret from these, *-These sleepless nights.