Rick, that was a nice poem and all, but what were you doing up at 5:24 AM? Were you up all night? That's not healthy...
Well, as long as I'm here, I should write a poem...
I saw you (not in the freaky sort of way)
Today I sat down,
and took a look back at my life,
to remember all the times we had,
even the incident with the pie.
I remember that time in high school,
when you dyed your hair that god-awful shade of yellow,
then later on that day,
it netted you this nice fellow.
I remember once,
when we were at the sea shore,
we swam a little ways out,
then dove to the ocean floor.
When I saw you there under the water's surface,
in the dancing beams of light,
I felt the urge to keep you with me,
to never let you out of my sight.
Then there were the fights,
which were always over nothing.
We always found a way to make up,
to keep our bad sides from showing.
When I looked at all the faces,
in all the times that I went through,
in the good, the bad, and the ugly,
I saw you.