When God made you

Baby your heart is a road map

I made all kind of turns 

And read all the street names

But never manage to get anywhere 

Because it's hard to put life on a paper

And it's hard to read a person

And although I had you all mapped out

I've never been very good 

at following maps

And I've always been good at getting lost

Just like i get lost In your eyes

But a different kind of lost

More like a suffocating 

Drowning 

Lost

My consciousness fully submerged 

And subdued 

By the seemingly endless blue

Blue like the ocean in movies

Blue like the sky

And blue like blue birds 

Because they love you too

Your hands are tools

Worn out

But precious 

Creative

And Constructive

But still tender

Your presence 

A magnet

Because sometimes 

I get captivated

By just being with you 

Drawn closer 

and closer

And when you pull away 

Just before hugging me tight

I feel a little more empty inside

Your hair

A river 

Soft

Smooth 

Refreshing

Addictive

Your smile

Is a jack hammer

Or a boxer's punches

But it deal out massive blows

And knocks me out for the count.

And darling I can tell 

God worked really hard 

on the day he made you

And he must have burned the midnight oil

Just to finish in time

Because to God 

You must have been my poetry

Because you were worth it

And I know I don't speak this way to you

But that's because 

I have the courage of a chicken nugget

And the self esteem of one too

And maybe 

if you realized how good you are 

You wouldn't be you

So I'll keep saying your amazing

And that I love you

But please cherish the poems like this one

Because they are the truth.