You Are... Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

I do not have to be told many truths.
I know I am not god perfect,
Or statue beautiful.
I have flaws by the millions and counting;
I am wrong for you in every way
Yet, I feel as you are right for me in so many more.

We couldn't have been more oppositely different;
Peasant and Royalty.
Their love only triumphs in fairy tales,
And unfortunately I don't have a fairy god-mother,
Or carry a wand with sparkling magic.
I live in the real world where happiness comes far in between,
And for only short periods of time.

And you,
Well, you are…you.

Your every move flows like a mountain stream,
Delicate and patient, yet swift.

Every object you touch stays with a lingering aroma;
Giving away a fragrance so exotic and unique
That stuns me on the spot,
Leaving me breathless and paralyzed.
Your sentences echo with magnificent tunes,
I can barely keep up with their meaning,
For all I know you could be talking about constellations and the oh so many moons.
I get lost in your beauty
Like a rose in a maze.

And like I said you,
Well, you are...everything.