You're my coal,  

Because while in that mine

I was out searching for a diamond,

For perfection,

I found you.

And even though you're a bit rough,

Round the edges (okay, a lot)

And, you do have your blemishes.

But it's you who keeps me warm at night.

You're my night.

Definitely not a sun,

Because that pretentious little bastard,

Smiles at too many people, way too often.

Engulfing me into a cold blanket, you,

Give me hope, for a new life.

Stars embedded,

Adamant to hold on.

You're rain,

The rain behind that rainbow,

The one who gets taken for granted.

But that doesn't cease you from loving.

Unnoticed, in the background

But that leaves more of you for me

So that's a plus point

And I actually do kinda love the rain.

You're a sunflower

But that's only because

You're named after your father.

Honestly,

You're magical,

Too good to be true.

Wait,

Actually, you aren't true.

You're just the imagination of a hopeless romantic

Reciting to a bunch of strangers in a cafe.