Nothing

No, you don't
light up the dark,
or glow like star-
light. You don't
even know how
to light your-
self ablaze;
you're not a
circling maze,
nor are you a
straight trail.
You are neither
autumn nor winter,
nor one, hot summer;
neither are you
the apple of my
eye, nor a bless-
ing in disguise.
You were never
a surefire answer
to any of my
many questions,
nor were you
a question your-
self. You had
ne'er even been
any rainbow after
whatever storm.

Yet you were still you;
I didn't see any good
in you, nor did I any
bad. I only saw you,
and felt it was enough.
I fell in love not with
your face nor your heart
nor your hair nor your art.
I fell for your nothing.