Love

Megan's internet stalker wrote this beautiful poem for her...it's too good not to share with you:

You are so...
You are so...
Cliche's could never do you justice
Words cannot
My face could say the perfect words
To taste you
The highest of highs
The finest grape
The energy you would give
A coffee bean placed on my tongue by the unknown
The feeling I feel
I am a firework
A brilliant multi-colored explosion of all the beautiful colors we are blessed with
Are you real?
Is this real?
It feels real.
Or maybe I am drunk off of wine, made from ordinary grapes,
picked by underpaid Mexican immigrants.
Maybe....