To the one whom my heart is for,
who makes my spirit soar.
If other lives existed, I’d want an encore.
Let this paper be the cup in which my heart I pour.
Like I a bottomless pit, I will always want more.
I thought love like this didn’t exist, like unicorns and centaurs,
but you proved me wrong and made it your chore
to break down my walls and my heart explore.
I was torn, you provoked in me a civil war.
How could you love me with my darkness, an internal eyesore?
I wanted to let you in but I locked the front door.
I sheltered myself in a fortress where I thought I’d be alone forevermore.
But you sailed my sea of tears and waited patiently offshore.
My bursts of anger you calmly handled like a graceful matador.
You killed me with kindness slowly building rapport,
until I let down my guard and couldn’t hold back anymore.
Our love is deeply rooted and grows like the great sycamore.
All thanks to you my friend, my hero, my mentor;
the one whom my heart is for.