When I Say* Poem by Mrs. Cynosure

You tell me things,
That sadden me.
Silly things,
Concerning age or quality.
Those for me are,
The things that make me,
Wake up each morning and wonder,
How did I get to be so lucky?
What makes me so special?
I can’t think of a single thing.
There are a million reasons and counting,
That make you special to me.
I Don’t Hate You as we continue to say.

When I say I Don’t Hate You,
I am really saying I promise.
I promise Honey to love you for as long as you will let me.
I promise Sweetheart that I will love no other.
I promise I will be there if you need a friend or a lover,
No matter what I will be there for you.
I promise that my love won’t diminish within time.
I promise My Love that this heart belongs to you.

This is what I have in mind when I say I Don’t Hate You.
Yes, I Don’t Hate You Saint Cynosure

*P.S. I owe ESPN CHICK a special thanks for inspiring to write this. thanks girl your the best.*