It's not that i love you
because you're you.
or just because of
the things you do.
It's not your clothes
or the color of your hair,
or even the fact that
you're always there.
It's not just because
i think your smart,
or that i know you have
a gigantic heart.
It isn't because
you are my friend,
or that I know,
you'll be there to the end.
Its not your family,
no thats not it at all.
those aren't the reasons
i have chosen to fall.
the reason's because
your a poet of life
that nothing makes you flinch,
not even hard strife.
You are just So amazing,
and you're always real.
I guess that explains why
i feel like i feel.
7:28 pm - Monday, Jun. 03, 2002
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