i need a rhythm, 
a rhyme  
that makes this poem poised 
peppered 
and primed... 

for the only love 
d-e-s-i-r-e 
who graciously sends 
my soul 
a-fire...

and how he esteems 
magic, 
romance, candlelight
f-r-i-e-n-d-s-h-i-p,
and cami-colored dreams...  

And holds my heart close,
gently,
and quite loyally,
allowing me
my  a-d-d-i-c-t-i-v-e  dose.