I was supposed to write a poem centered around the word you basically. So I wrote one about my partner to prove that hey I can be romantic and admit I have emotions. I chickened out. So to broadcast that I am not a chicken, possibly just a rooster, here it goes.
You are an everyday
Ordinary
Far from extraordinary
Person
Unimpressive
Frumpy, sad
Making pouty faces when you’re mad
You aren’t perfect
And you might know this
Love of my dreams
Strange as it seems
I love you
Simple
Predictable
Quite unfixable
My everyday
The everyday
Ordinary
You’re my extraordinary
Person
i wondered at first where this poem was going… but it is seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary… Barbara