After several hours of pondering and countless rough drafts -- after lines of crossed out words mounds of pen-worn paper (hording my aptly named not-quite-good-enough-for-you-poems trash bin) I sit restlessly anxious and awake pondering thoughts of love and cute word rhymes -- lines in sought of your remembrance sweet metaphors and distinctly unique romanticism -- to secretly poor my affection gratitude appreciation and love inside a single sealed desire-you-most dream-of-you-daily think-of-you-only letter for your eyes only your enjoyment only your heart only.
I sit at my desk thinking desiring a better way to word what I'm feeling a way to phrase the viral thoughts which overlap and ostracize all others.
The vocabulary at my disposal doesn't quite fit the lines well -- another torn draft to the pile and the not-quite-worthy-of-your-time trash raises incrementing slowly as the hours pass.
Visions of you and your smile (daringly stretching from one cute tip of your cheek to the other) entitle you the very right to have my concentration and effort poured tenderly and dearly with no complaint; for I have found the conclusion to my thoughts: this letter which I write you this poem which endures the countless cross-outs rip-ups and throw-aways will always stand one notch below what you deserve (for every minute of my time I use my pen on this piece of work, is one more minute I waste one more minute which would be better spent on the goal I set to accomplish when I first laid my eyes upon yours).
So let this poem be simply what it need best say: I love you and Happy Valentines Day!
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i love you.
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