forevermore [poetry]

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You are a poem that I cannot,
Quite bring to life,
Because that would mean putting you on
Paper,
And you're too bright for its thin pages
to hold,

You are a song that I cannot,
Quite find the words to,
Or the melody,
Because no melody is special enough,
To bear you in mind.

You, perhaps, are spirit
Life.
Joy.
You are the genuine laugh when
Something funny happens,
You are the beauty,
In the cool fall breeze.
You are every flaw,
Made perfect.

Thank you,
For being the sun to someone
Who so desperately needed it,
Thank you and
I adore you.