my poetry - kelsey loch

february fourteenth

maybe that's why we fit,
2 halves.
each to their lonesome,
their own troubles to face.
both with so much to give,
and little left to loose.
the scent of february 14 has arrived,
with love set aside-
these 2 halves can be whole again,
we could make each-other strive.
you called me poetic and beautiful, understanding and comforting.
and i've never heard those words
from a man before in my lifetime.
it's almost as if i'm falling,
falling for you.
your way with words,
your similarity to me.
with your purpose of helping others,
i swear,
you were made for me.