Threats: A Love Poem Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Out of a crowd
you picked me for your love.
I'm happy, grateful,
proud yet without pride.
Your happiness
is all I'm thinking of.
It's we against the world now,
side by side.
Know this,
I'm here for you
for good,
or bad.
It won't be me
who says we have to part.
And if you ever bid me go,
I'll be so sad.
I will not leave,
I've given you my heart.
I'll be the tune
you'll notice when you yawn,
repeating on and on,
do what you may.
I'll be the shadow
at your feet all day.
As darkness
I will hold you all night long.
Try all your might,
I'll be the booger on your finger
that you cannot flick away.