Great poem! I love it!

I noticed something in this stanza:

How can they say that? How can they say that you’re wrong
for me? You’re an artist,
you’re insightful, you’re fantastic, and I’m in love
and no one can take that away from me, no matter how much
they think they know. They don’t know me, the don’t know us,
they don’t know what we have, something strong enough to gloss over the pain

I think "the don't know us" was supposed to be "they don't know us". Overall, it was a great poem!

Great job! Keep up the great work!

Again, really nice. It's fine at the beginning, but I really love the end (with the parenthesis). Maybe this is a really dumb question... but why is it called parenthesis? Anyway, I love the line about needing a million artists to express it, and the last two stanzas are really lovely.

Beautifully written, but I think you forgot the tercet at the end.

I've always loved this one. I love all of them, actually.