I almost wrote you something sappy—
Something pleading—
Something bland.
I almost wrote you something crazy
You couldn’t hope to understand.
I almost wrote you something cryptic
Full of imagery and schemes
But I figured it would be too hard
To find out what I mean.

Instead I wrote you something simple
To convey to you my thoughts
Instead I wrote you something real…
Something honest, on the spot.
Instead I wrote you what I really mean
However blunt and insecure.
What I wrote you is short and sweet
But take pride that it’s yours.

It’d take more than a simple poem
To say what’s on my mind
I could fill a hundred volumes
But I haven’t got the time.
So just know that I’m here for you
Through what hell may come
Although you may think otherwise
You’re always my number one.