Poem: Cherish.

of all there is to adore,
daily am I enchanted
by your effortless pose.
of all there is to befall
I have befallen for one
so carefree and soft spoken
my attention graces her
whom my affection embrace.
Your eye meets my gaze,
as gradually I envision a future
where I leave here without you
dull, cloudy, unexciting atmosphere
become days, without you
But of a future filled with adventures,
now cloudy suddenly becomes lively,
greens become gardens
as bees become butterflies and kisses become air.
of all there is to adore,
my attention flow towards the one
who says my name
without having to use words
who shines adorably without having to be loud
whose attire is only complete when cuddled by my gaze.
you — are, adored.