You.

You

It’s a question most have heard before:

What would you do if you were stranded on a desert island by the shore?

What would you want?

No-- what would you need?

 

I’ve thought long and hard about this

Because the list of things I’d “want” is endless,

Yet, I only find myself in need of one thing.

You.

 

For every person, there is a match,

A person with whom they are meant to be.

Now, dear, I think you’re quite a catch,

And I’m oh so lucky you’ve chosen me.

 

As much as I’d love to have books for leisurely reading,

My need for them is quickly receding.

I do love books, I really do.

But I could never need books as much as I need you.

 

For every person, there is a match,

A person with whom they’re supposed to be.

Now, dear, I think you’re quite a catch,

And I’m oh so lucky you’ve chosen me.

If I weren’t for you, I’d be a mess,

You’re my saving grace, I must confess.

My care might not always be that clear to see,

But, I must tell you: I love you endlessly.

 

For every person there is a match,

A person with whom they’re supposed to be.

Now, dear, I think you’re quite a catch.

And I’m oh so lucky you’ve chosen me.

 

So, if you’d like to join, we can get lost together.

And I’d gladly pick you, over and over, forever.

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

T_C

This is really sweet. Lightened up my day. :)

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