To That Special Person

I'm supposed to write a poem about "that special person in my life"
But the truth just won't suffice
'Cause my momma taught me if I can't say anything nice...
So maybe I should write about myself; look for that specialness inside
But honestly the same applies
And honesty'll just burn the eyes
So... here come the lies:

To that special person in my life
With whom it was love at first sight
Who made everything seem alright
Who made my heart beat at the speed of light
Who starred in my dreams at night
Who wiped the tears from the eyes
And gave me this permanent smile...
That's how the love stories go, right?

Unfortunately, this is real life
And things are never that simple.
Real love is never easy
And this <3 is just a symbol
Of a word that's overused
A concept that's misconstrued
Of a feeling that's abused.

So to that special person in my life
You know exactly who you are
You know things are never easy
Love is not without its scars.
It's not all unicorns and rainbows
Love songs strummed out on guitars
It's not about conversations until dawn
Or kissing under stars.

To that special person in my life
I couldn't write a happy poem
'Cause if I did we'd just continue
Ignorant and unknowing.
They say the truth will set you free
And I'm fed up with these chains;
Your specialness has somehow faded
Someone ordinary remains.