I don't want to write another cheesy love poem.

But that's how you make me feel.

I get butterflies when your hand so much as brushes mine.

With every kiss, my breath escapes my chest.

We are the only two people in the world.

I live for the way your eyes light up when you're excited

When we're together, the thought of you leaving makes me I miss you

When I'm with you, my worries melt away and I, for what seems like the first time, feel safe.

This is not a love poem

Even though I love you more and more everyday

This is a true poem

This is an honest poem

This is your poem.