My latest thought is that life is Cliché
Missing her for days
Is when MY life becomes Cliché.
The first thought on my mind is her,
The last vision I see is her.
Not a moment where my mind isn’t on her
Dreaming up how happy she makes me
Even though she doesn’t know the half of it.
She’s my ‘imperfect’ perfection
My cure and infection,
There will never be an objection.