My Boyfriend, the Poet

David wrote me a poem. All by himself. I asked like 5 times 'cause I couldn't believe it. It was beautiful and meaningful. Not a bit of cheesiness.

Four lines. He said it took him a minute to come up with it. While he was studying, it came to his head. Because he couldn't stop thinking about me.

He asked if I thought it had rhythm. I said it did.

Don't know why but I keep imagining us old and grey.