What You Mean to Me

Words cannot describe what you truly mean to me,
Like how you make-up words by adding mac- or pookie-
Or, how you can always find a way to make me laugh
Even when you call me “stinky” and say I need to take a bath.
It amazes me how you’re so lively and have so much energy
And when I let my guard down, you randomly attack me.
I love your little mannerisms, like when you hide your smile
But when you think I’m not looking I stare at you awhile.
When you become romantic-mac , you always make me shy
Your words of love and passion overwhelm and make me cry.
The little songs you sing are engrained within my heart,
You’ve appealed to me as one-of-a-kind, even from the start.
Your determination runs deep and makes you undefeatable
Your sense of pride won’t let you fail, which I find irresistible.
You have an inner strength possessed by only few,
Yet you’ve shown me the real you, that no one ever knew.
I love you as you are, the good things and the bad
To me you are so near perfect; the best I ever had.