My Valentine

This is to my girlfriend of seven months and my best friend of two years, Mel P. Honey, I adore you more then I thought I could of anyone other then a char out of my own stories. You know I love you…and I tried to think of a good Valentine gift. Nothing could actually be…me to you, so I’m doing what I do best: Write. So this is for you, babydoll.

This is supposed to be a love poem;

This is supposed to tell you how much I feel.

To tell you how dear I hold us to.

Or how highly I think of you.

I guess this thing should rhyme,

Seeing as how it’s what a poem should be.

But I already know you’ve known all that,

And I know you accept me for me.

The faeries can dance around our non-formed graces,

I could prance around as if deranged.

We could just make off little noises

Until the walls caved into our voices

I was going to write a mushy poem

Full of odds and ends,

With matching words and little bobs.

Telling you with flashy things,

Like candy, bears and gold diamond rings.

But I’m just a simple little Irish girl,

A normal mewling kitten who

Just happens to have a flair

For telling someone so dear and so true

That, itooshi, I love you.

Happy Valentines Day, Mel.

Thank you for saying yes when I asked.