Poems.

Poem Three.

Stay with me.

If not for the way you're amused by my stupidity,

if not for the way i'll endlessly strive to make you feel pretty.

If not for way you make my knees week and stomach heavy,

if not for the countless hours intertwined with eachother, at least until tea is ready.

If not for the way i understand you without difficulty,

if not for how I admire you completely.

If not for any of these things, but simple love and company.

Though young, i feel old with you,

not tired as though death is due,

but knowing there is no delight more than you,

i feel ready to die: you are the meaning to my life.

Stay with me.