the love poem

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poetry written for him
doesn't come easily to me.
the words never form
quite the way i need them to
and my meaning is lost
in the translation of metaphors.
comparisons to nature
and divulging of emotions
never express anything
like i wish they would.
so i'll put it as simply
as i know how.
you make living easy
and you make me feel whole
when i never quite have.
you are the missing piece
of the seemingly unending puzzle
of my individual identity.
how i know that is a great mystery
like everything else,
yet it's the first thing
i've ever been completely certain of.

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