Every love poem is the same:
repetitive,
insensitive,
lacking anything appetitive.
“Your eyes are blue,
I love you”
But how could someone write something so plain?
For there is no one like my McLean.
Our love is nothing ordinary,
a blessing in the midst of February.
Words will never encapsulate my feelings for you,
my devotion will forever accrue.
You are an eternal gift.
I could never ask for anything better, for there is none.
Regardless of our trying times, we will never be “done”.
I love you Joey,
forever and always.
Meow.
Abby Hill Writings 