He's My Everything Poem by chris schwartz

He would run
To the edge of the world
Just to pick me
The perfect daisy.
And then run back
Just to see the smile
On my face
That only he could bring.
He loves me,
Without reason
Without any season,
Though pedals fall
From the cherry blossoms
We both have shared.
He comforts my thoughts
When I am at battle with myself
He stands strong
Within the battle
Of himself.
He searches his dreams
Scopes out his course
Because it is what I long for.
He is my rock.
And I know that he is tired.
He is wired.
He is my everything.
My everything.
My everything.