She

She’s the yin to my yang

I’m the sweet to her tart

And wouldn’t it be a pity

If the two of us were to part

Because she is the one I strive to be

And I am her rock, holding her fast

And as we are tossed about by this turbulent sea

I hold her tight and smile; for she will be my last.

No matter of the numerous petty flings

A smile to my face she always brings

And I to her have offered my hand

And I shall wait until her feelings land

For even though friends we may be

I know she sees no more

But yet I feel that

One day soon,

She’ll be knocking on my door.

We complement each other

So perfectly,

To a tee.

And I hope that one day soon,

She’ll see she belongs with me.