I love many things

Things old and things new

Things blue

I love quite a few

But none like you

 

Like many before myself

The only way I can show my feelings

Is with a dammed poem

So cliché

So boring

And

So absolutely gross

 

But still

T’was an attempt

And that counts for something

I hope

And

In the end

There truly is none like you

So

I guess this ends
 with

I love you