You asked me once
on the thought of someone better.
And I said, oh,
no one would be better than you.
None but I, an impossibility.
But I think now, again,
that there will be no one better:
falling short to compare, always
until a comparison would be
a silly thing to make.
No one sweeter or kinder,
No one more loving
or brighter,
None more perfect for me
than you.
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jari m 
Hi Jari,
Your poems and writings are a treasure to the world. I really like reading your poems when I’m down, but this one is special. Take care.
Thank you for this comment, and for reading my pieces. This comment is especially wonderful because it bumped up this poem. I’ve forgotten how it feels like to write about love.
I can comment this so freely because you’re on anonymous. Haha! Thanks again.