I am late to writing my poem
and very late to bed
because I have been up for hours
and hours, scribbling all the things I like about you
onto scraps of paper and wrapping them
around pieces of your favorite candy.

My back aches
for you.
My hand aches
for you.
There is a box of chocolates
and gifts hiding away
for you.

For you, I am going to sleep now
and wishing a great day
for us both in the morning.