There are happy things and sad things.
Sad things are when you look in the mirror,
And you don’t see what I see.
You don’t see how breathtaking you are,
Or how your eyes shine with the prettiest color.
The happy things are when you talk about music.
Even though I can’t see you,
I imagine your eyes shining even brighter,
And a smile crossing your alluring lips.
Your love for making people smile.
Why a gorgeous boy with a beautiful sense of humor
Would put up with an anxious poet,
I know not.
All I know is that I’ve found a friend,
And it’s my goal to make him smile
As much as he makes me.