If I were to write you a poem
to tell you how much I love you,
I would do my best to avoid
all the usual clichés.

I wouldn’t tell you about
the butterflies in my stomach
that turn into a hurricane
every time I see you smile.

and I wouldn’t mention that
the sound of your voice
is like a choir of angels 
performing just for me.

Obviously, you complete me.
And I’m fully capable of
counting all the ways, 
but you’ve probably heard it all.

Maybe I won’t write a love poem
and instead, just tell you that
I love you.
All of you.