In the realm of love, bittersweet and grand,

I find myself, a hopeless romantic, hand in hand.

For love, is like a sickness shared,

When someone else bears the same ailment, I'm aware. 

She’s the morning sun to my eyes,

A light that brightens up my skies,

I'm drawn to her like tides to the shore,

Each step with her makes my heart soar.

She's the essence of my poetry's art,

An inspiration that stirs my very heart.

I want to sing her all the little songs,

Verse by verse, like a lover's rendezvous.

I want to write her all the poems that belong,

To be the reason behind her smile,

For my heart races every time she smiles,

I'm lost in her beauty for countless miles.

I long to hold her up in my arms,

To tell her nerdy little facts about the orbs above,

Gazing at the stars, sharing our delight.,