A Gift Poem by Matt Pratt

I know you don't really like gifts,
Perhaps you'd rather be at sea by skiffs,
Rocking around as the tide shifts.
A gift, for you, my spirit lifts.

I think you don't really like poetry,
Though, regular words aren't as expressly,
They don't portray thoughts as openly,
They don't display themselves as flowingly.

Often I don't know what words to say,
Or what role that they would play,
In the brightening of your day,
I'd like to compliment you, if I may..

Your smile is a beautiful sight,
Brighter than the stars of night,
Soaring higher than a kite,
That's quickly lost in its flight.

Talking with you makes me happy,
Said at the risk of sound sappy.
No one is luckier than he,
Than he who is happy.

Life is short, sometimes words are few,
And from my heart random nothings spew,
Of these thing I've really no clue.
One thing I know- I really like you.