I'm going to try
To make her believe
That I never lie
When I call her beautiful.
I'm going to speak
With a whole different language,
One that isn't bleak,
One that is filled with poetry.
I've tried a thousand times
To write this poem,
To make sure it rhymes,
Just for her.
It had to be good,
No, it had to be perfect,
So it wasn't misunderstood
And left without another thought.
So here we go,
On with the poem,
With things only she will know
Because this is just for her.
Tell me, dear,
How do you always make me laugh,
Cast away my darkest fear,
And brighten my days?
I know you never believe me,
But I mean it when I say you're beautiful,
Like little blossoms on a tree,
Or the sun when it begins to set.
I never imagined I would find someone
With a great taste in music,
Who is also lots of fun,
And introduced me to a new band.
The haters think you're a fake,
And I mean this when I say,
They just don't appreciate
Your amazing personality.
You're a hipster but you're not,
Into hipster clothes and hipster music,
Which is something I never got,
But it's cute with you.
We'll be chilling in the North Pole,
An igloo to be exact,
Each holding a bowl
Of cookie dough fudge brownie ice cream.
I find it funny how
No one likes orange
But we both do now
Because we're special.
I must say I was in shock
By how real you were,
And not one of those fakes that I block,
But you're so down to earth.
I know I say this a lot,
But you're perfect
And I'm not,
But we already knew that.
I never would have thought,
That you liked me back,
That your heart was caught
By someone like me.
This poem's coming to a close,
I guess this must be
The final prose...
So... will you be my girlfriend?
