To Isaac

the virtue of love,
so strong its unbelieveable, but that's the thing,
i thought it was unretrievable.
for me, a teen with no aspects of beauty, or so i thought,
insecure, with no reason, and no intention for sought
of love, it wasn't believed in, a fairytale of sorts,
and thinking back on that time, brings feeling of hurt

for i was wrong, poisoned lies in my brain, rough points of view,
for i was wrong, there is a thing of love, and i know i love you.
and now the only thing i like about me, is that i have you.

and now, i truly believe,
and i'm telling you this, knowing you have no intention to leave,
you're the best thing that has ever happened to me,
and what is this perfection we have came to be?