If you weren't real, I would make you up

You are the apple of my eye,
You are my walk in the park on a monday evening,

You make me feel alive everyday,

There is so much history to your face.

There is so much mystery in your face,

You perplex me even with your normalacy

Like tea time on a sunday afternoon,

So often spoken of, but rearely experienced.

If you weren't real, I would make you up.