Soul-Mate

“The only poetry I’m in love with is you for you are the music of my soul and the rhythm of my feelings.

He gives me daisies daily and
He sometimes counts the petals to see if I love him or not which he finds ridiculously funny because he knows I do.
He likes breakfast in the evening.
He likes every kind of music but mostly punk
But
He had the same eye shade color that I do in his irises
He’s not an anarchist
He never lies
He’s sweet to the core
He’s the most generous person on earth
And
He likes poetry.
He doesn’t care much for pizza
But he prefers daisies over roses because daisies are pure and childlike. He cares for others. He understands people. But he can’t understand me.