For:

Hey,

If you read this,

I hope you can recognize,

That this is for you,

It’s a love poem,

Finally directed,

At someone,

Rather,

Than a generalized,

Message,

To an unknown somebody,

You’ve embodied this somebody,

In a way,

That I could have never expected,

And,

What prompted me to write this,

Was,

The thought of,

How sad,

It was,

It literally hurts me,

That you’ve been hurt before for being kind,

You,

Who is as delicate as a daffodil,

As radiant as a cloudless June day,

As warm as the suns embrace,

You’ve been hurt before,

For being kind,

And this pains me deeply,

Though what,

Inspires me so,

Is that you remain kind,

Almost as though,

There's nothing else to do,

You must be kind to live,

That is you,

And so you continue being kind,

That’s extraordinary to me,

It’s the single most courageous thing,

I cannot believe,

My luck,

I don’t know what to call it,

Other than luck,

A benediction maybe for my patience,

And suddenly,

As swiftly and gently as a spring breeze,

Bringing about,

Summer’s warmer weather,

You came into my life,

I hope that you read this,

Because,

Even in this winter,

The first bundle of snow,

Has piled up,

And it’s getting colder,

Even here,

I feel the warmth of,

Of that kindness.

Thanks for showing me that,

That’s all I wanted to say,

More than a love poem,

It’s a thank you,

For existing,

Literally,

Thank you,

For existing.