And if you were to ask me

just what (exactly) I mean to you,

darling I die nine times daily

to answer that question anew.



Yes, I gladly throw myself

into speeding traffic without delay

because nothing would make me happier

than to rediscover you every day.



You are that irrevocable pulse

thriving hot and live beneath my skin;

if I could ever manage one person,

God, you'd be the one I'd let in.



I'd love to say I hate you

for the ways that you control

my ever-toppled-yet-fiercely-loyal

bruised but lovely soul.



When it comes to logistics,

and knowing what works best...

baby doll, you've got me hooked

and in you my pain finds rest.



I could go on rhyming all night long

about what you mean to me;

you are my worldly wonder,

and my beautiful boundless sea.