Made to be a bad guy,

Raised to be a part of good.

You found me while my state was shy,

And I was learning of the world in a tube.

I am not he nor is he me.

Where he is a scout of honor I'm humanly dull.

There's more to me than what all the others see,

And all this perfection talk is nothing but bull.

Whether you want to admit it or not,

You're the reason I'm sane.

You're my humanity and the person for whom I fought.

With no you, I'd be more like match rather than tame.

When you were fifteen, and I was three…

The summer of oh-thirteen…

I kissed you and…you kissed me.

That day I saw your eyes…best thing I've ever seen.

You know me better than anyone else.

I can tell you my secrets and fears.

You are the calm one while everyone else yells.

You are the smile in the midst of my tears.

I love you, through and through.

I have for ten years now.

No one can say it's not true,

And just like you know me, I know too.

Your favorite color is red.

Your favorite song is Gotta Find You

And you like to know I've listened to everything you've said.

You love a good story

You can't stand teen pop.

You hate to say sorry.

And…you're dream job is to be a cop.

Your worst fear is losing Damian and Tim.

You've lost Jason and you don't want that feeling again.

You refuse to go to a public gym…

You hate public showers…enough said.

You have a celebrity crush on Tyler Hoechlin

But I honestly can't say I'm green eyed.

Because I'm the one you've given the time of day, not him.

And…can I just say that when you smile…I get tongue tied?

Your eyes light up my world…

But not in that boy band cheesy way.

The first time you laughed is when this love unfurled.

And as dumb as that sounds it's what I have to say.

So to answer…yes.

Do you really have to ask?

I mean it's a definite answer not even a guess

That I love you and loving you isn't a task.

From me to you…

Heck Yeah!

I'll love you, support you, and marry you.

Through the ups and downs…I love ya.

To cherish and to hold.

Till death makes us part.

And all that jazz we've heard being told.

I will marry you…as long as you don't let the pigeons out near Bart.

Forever yours

-C