What we think, we become.
i. I like the way you sometimes rhyme. Like at times we are so in sync that it scares me. You walk, I walk. You jump, I jump. You come to a halt, I come to a halt.
ii. I really like poems that do not rhyme. You are not always consistent. I mean sometimes you are, but then you do something that irks me and I just want to rip all the strands of my hair out. But you know how much I am in love with my hair.
iii. Metaphors. You are the sea and I am the fragile boat. I am the weed and you are the rain. You are the wind and I am the leaves. I am the early morning and you are hot tea. Or coffee. But you like hot chocolate or smoothies or milkshakes, more.
iv. Sometimes things do not make sense. Sometimes things make complete sense. You are both, at the same time.
v. In poetry, certain words are put together to express beauty. Occasionally there are words you never think should go together, sort of like putting salt on ice cream or watermelon but that only enhances the sweetness. I always thought it was weird till I tried it. And when I use these weird words to write about you, it all seems to flow.
vi. At times there are no words left. So I become the poet who has nothing left to write, because you have become the poem.