gorgeous-fiend:

—A handwritten note in lovely script  left where it can easily be found— 

A long time ago— two hundred forty eight years, I’d say,

A certain someone was given life on this day.

Then twenty-five years, and I gave you another,

And since you have become my reluctant lover.

And though you have scorned me and though we have fought,

By morning you always were the love that I sought.

How often I describe you— ravishing? Lethal? Melancholy?

All vain attempts at what cannot be said— such is my folly!

And it may seem banal the way that this rhymes,

But I haven’t touched poetry in such a long time.

I am hardly a poet, as you love to remind me,

Nothing like Keats, I’d be murdered by Bukowski.

But hey, at least I sound better than Santi!

So just take this for what it is: a sign of my affection,

And forgive me already! Now, let’s make a connection. 😉