Roses dont matter, and voilets just plane suck

My pen is full,

My head is empty,

The sun is out,

The shade just left me,

My body rests,

His Essence is all around me,

My bosses are odd,

My job's pretty easy,

The shade is coming back again,

The weeds in my yard are my enemys,

My bed is broke,

I remember him there,

Scence he entered my life,

I took him everywhere,

I need more caffine,

With a green shirt,

And a sweet sleeping face on my shoulder.

Ending my poem,

With thoughts in blue,

He is love,

Beautiful,

I wrote this one for you.