My eyes are sore
My hands are cramped
I'm struggling to keep awake

But my dear

I need to keep awake
I want more of your words
I will gladly bare any discomforts for you

Such a small price, really

Because right now

There's a smile on my face
There's a beat in my heart
There's a laugh in my voice

It's all because of you

You make me giggle like a school girl
You make me blush like a teenager
You make me feel like I'm not finite

I could run on with stereotypes and clichés all night writing ****** poetry dedicated to you

It's the best I can do

Because I can't describe it enough

I can't find the right metaphor or simile to explain what I feel

I can't find the right word to finish this stanza

I can't write this well enough for you

You deserve the best

And I'm sorry to say

You're stuck with a ****** poet

Who writes ****** poetry

For the best person in his life