You Are Beautiful (A Valetine's Day Poem)

I initially wanted to make this a virelay,

But words won't come like I'm drunk with Tokay.

First let me empty my ashtray.

You're still single and it's Valentine's Day,

Should we go ahead and shout "Mayday"?

Let's go to the bay where awaits is a quay,

Where your beauty never fades away.

And, before you end your day,

Let me just remind you to submit your "WorkDay"

How many times have I told you, “you are beautiful”?

You have insights that are so respectful,

I wish you could dance just as graceful.

Sometimes you scare me when you get all fretful,

But your smile enlightens my day no matter how dreadful.

You are one in a septillion,

Your beauty is at its truest actualization.

Not to acknowledge it is to encourage abomination.

Hope this poem won't trigger your agitation,

But instead put you up in elation.

Now enough with the rhyme,

 'Coz it doesn't really chime.

Oh well look at that, it still has a rhyme.

I said enough with the rhyme,

 'Coz it doesn't really chime.

Like a mime, now let me count to nine.

One.

I honestly thought of sending you flowers, but thought it might freak your mom out.

So I've decided to write you a poem instead.

See, you're not the only thoughtful friend.

Hope you like it and Happy Valentine's Day!

Two

I know you think you have the potential to acquire Alzheimer's,

To forget all that matters,

To look at familiar faces like they're from strangers.

To forget every beauty, marvel and colors.

It's a horrible idea,

Alzheimer's is colorless.

We might not be able to find the algorithm to solve it.

But if in any case you forget,

And you start angling your way to a patch of shadows,

Where it'll be a straight sprint towards the fence of forgetfulness,

I'll always remind you that “You are beautiful”.

 Three

You keep saying that your handwriting is ugly.

It isn't.

All the wonders and awes that your hand writes,

Drowns whatever imperfections your scribbling has.

Like thorns in roses,

Present but barely noticeable.

Keep writing.

Four

I'm no Ashton Kutcher and don't have a mixed tape for when your day is red,

But when your day is calendared,

I'll make sure to get out of the way until all things are ciphered.

I don't want to be caught in a situation that's flustered,

When linings in your uterus are utterly dismembered.

Five

Yes, number Four is about PMS.

Six

This is no longer sounding like a poem,

But an Invisible Dialogue like a blog we both know.

Seven

Eyih, Eunice, Paolinn, Preky, and Chesca are all lucky to have you as their friend.

And you are lucky to have them.

Keep the friendship.

Eight

I honestly thought of sending you flowers, but thought it might freak your mom out.

So I've decided to write you a poem instead.

See, I'm not even sure how to give this to you.

But I hope you like it and Happy Valentine's Day!

Nine

Don't ever, ever forget that You Are Beautiful.