YOU ARE WRITE FOR ME

LOVE, CHARLIE

Dear Charlie,

I know you, pretty lonely;
From cloudy to starry.
Sun's ray and Chantrea's -
Moonlight's euphorias.
Sometimes in dysphoria,
Making love with Anhedonia.
A proud intimate of blue sky,
Zephyr, gentle wind, and sigh.
From empty spaces and pages,
You called it lonesome places.
As the sunrise is always sublime,
You waited for the sunset's rhyme.
The Dionysus' great Pisces,
And a March's in haimish.
Sandy beaches and rocky mountains,
Daydreaming on the balcony and windowpanes,
Wrapping your heart out,
With letters and poems' clout.

Indeed you're all red hearts,
Dreaming about books by Nicholas Sparks.
An into helio and light violet,
With fries inside of his pocket.
Golden Retrievers and Siberian Huskies,
He's all about paws and puppies.
When everything's turning into a bisque,
Indeed he's with movies and music.
Cuddles, travels, and heartbeats,
He'll choose the aircraft window seats.
Up, above the clouds and sky,
He looks down when he's high.
Gazing out through the vibrant lights below,
The way he gazed up into the moon's shadow.
A crescent one when they are all stars,
Scared, flawed, and full of scars.
Truly a down-to-earth person,
With treacherous dusk and dawn.
A hugger and a rain's huge fan,
As pure as a YES man.
Always be Charlie and be happy,
I love you and I will always be.

Love, Charlie ♡