All we are is a blip,
A tear in the fabric of space,
A speck of dust floating
In the current of time.
So what's the point?
Why am I here?
Why do I bother?
Because that person is here.
Because that person is worth it.
The one for whom I would gladly give my life.
The one who I strive each day to make smile.
That smile that could set the sky ablaze,
Force the sun to hang its head in shame
At that person's brilliance.
They are the sun to my moon
Gracing me benignly with radiance.
The one who I would chose over the world,
Because without them,
I have no world.
Nothing else matters anymore,
Not life, not school, not other people.
They are my everything,
And someday, I hope I can be theirs.
That person's voice is like starlight
Unfettered, pure and ethereal.
If I could have it speak only for me.
That person is hopelessly lost,
And yet the still finds hope
In the roses they stop to smell
On their way.
I crave the days my person shares that with me,
The days they find me in the gardens,
And take my home to their heart.
And they are why I bother.