I tried to write a crappy poem
before the night gives to sleep
to tell you how much you mean
but all could be conjured
was the scene of your light
setting my heart aglow so
slowly it was not missed
until the peace keenly
rescinds when you leave
your light stills me
yet remains unseen
by the person it emits
thus all I can barely attempt is
tell you how much I mean
in the spaces hidden between
the lines and our seams
if one day I should be
lost to time briefly stolen
perhaps these silly lines reflect
your light must exist
for they can only be formed
from a heart warmed and tinged