That Cliché Love Song

They say being perfect

is the thing to strive to be

But the pain inside

Says something else to me

For each and every word you speak

I feel warm, fuzzy,

and sometimes a little weak.

I enjoy your presence

even if it does not seem so,

because your laugh, smile, and all the little things,

make the entire room glow.

My life becomes brighter,

as your heart is lighter,

Than mine will ever be.

But mine will come close

as everyone seems to know

to say that you are just perfectly

you.

The way you find a way

just say how much you care about whatnot

comes to show how much you know

about how things are meant to feel.

If I could tell you how I do

I would never be able to stop.

Every time you look my way

I want to say

this entire piece and more.

You fascinate me

in ways I’ve never known

the way you walk,

your style of talk,

seems to be perfectly, absolutely,

You.

Yeah, I know this is kind of cheesy,

but everything is right, for all you know,

Is that I am a little slow

When it comes to a thing called art.

I might seem a little off the edge,

When I find my place

In outer space

I’ll ask how I got here.

With my head in the clouds,

I want to say that I’m proud,

that I am here today.

For every touch of the hand,

My heart expands,

Well it seems that way,

Thank you brain waves,

For making me stutter a little,

Sweat and fiddle,

with my hair and twiddle my thumbs,

All while feeling dumb of the presence,

Of you.

For years I’ve longed to say this,

But I’d never know how to put this,

So when I started to write this,

I thought I would never come to this.

For every time you’ve weeped,

Every secret you promised to keep,

For every athletic leap,

I just wanted you to know,

That I care, for that

Stainless, flawless, defaultless,

matchless, faultless, beyond compare

You.