To you, I want to give flowers–I don’t mind that being cliched–
Roses, wrapped in ribbons. Letters, soaked in perfume. Stars.
Unnecessary though it might be, I want to tell you again and so often
Love, how much I have come to love you that I’ve now begun to live you.
Your thought is my drug, your memory is heaven’s mercy,
Your presence is an air without which my lungs parch up.
Oh the Sun of my universe, the Light of my soul!
Undying is my adoration–like a forever flowing ocean.
Remember this: my gift to you is my heart. I am yours.
Some day you’ll see. That some day, we will be.
Written in response to Writing 201 challenge: write something about a gift, use a simile. Poem form: acrostic. (The first letters of each line together form a special word which is the theme here.) Hi.