Love Poems || FINISHED

how could I be mad?

Honestly, how could I be any kind of upset

when you instantly just listen to me,

calm me down and have a clear head when I need it?

How could I have any attitude with you,

any sass or moody time when you'd just let me let it all out?

If I had an attitude, you'd just let me win because 

to you there's no point in arguing with me when I want a fight.

You just grin and say, "Damn, I can respect that."

How could I be angry with you when you just give me the one face,

the look that just melts my anger away,

that persuades my disappointment,

and that helps to heal my hurt.

You have the talent to just shut down any sass or disrespect,

by simply ignoring it or not dignifying my schoolyard taunt with a response,

and although in the moment I may hate it,

internally, I think you look so cool that you can handle anything I throw at you.

And when you do something that just irks me, 

disappoints me, or just doesn't sit right and I let you know,

you've tried your best to make up for it,

 to make it right instantaneously by any means necessary.

You've learned how to handle me, 

how to love me right and to take care of me,

and how to deal with me when I'm being childish,

and I can just think to myself,

"Thank God, he was tailor made for me." 

My darling, please don't be mad at me for long 

when I do stupid things, or say something insensitive,

or just mess up in general. 

I'm still learning how to be yours, 

not how to be your nuisance.

Through it all, I still love you.

Through it all, be patient with me. 

That's all I ask love.