You Don’t Play Fair
How did this happen?
Who gave you the key to my locked heart?
You don’t play fair.
Why is it when you’re not with me,
I feel like the room got a little colder?
Or that a special piece to my favorite jig saw puzzle is lost?
How is it that you “get” me, when sometimes I don’t even understand myself?
Why do I respect and admire you as much as I do?
Who gave you permission to stand next to my dad in the Hall of Fame Museum,
the one I hold in my heart, reserved only for my personal heroes?
You don’t play fair.
How can you be a saint for putting up with moments of insecurity, fears and my habitual impulse to run when someone gets too close?
How can you be this saint and still be the best partner in crime I’ve ever had, sharing locker room humor and funny stories from your past?
Why do I feel free with you?
I dare to be myself, show you my child like and sometimes goofy qualities, and not worry about what you will think because I feel so at home.
What were we doing when I decided that you were my best friend and my favorite person in this whole world?
You don’t play fair.
Who said you could wear the only crown in my kingdom ? Yet it fits perfectly and looks so good on you, I don’t want to take it back. It’s yours if you’ll still wear it.
Why does the thought of you keep me awake at night? Why do I dream of your soft kisses and sweet smile? Why do I thank God for helping you find me? Why do I pray I’ll never do anything so stupid to make you want to leave my side?
You don’t play fair.
How is it that when I stopped thinking or caring if I would ever know what it was like to love somebody, you entered my world uninvited, and changed my mind?
Why do you have this strange power over me? How do you make me feel the way you make me feel? What is it about you that pulls me toward you with magnetic force?
How do you make the Earth move when we are together? You don’t play fair.
Why do I feel like I can open up to you and tell you all my secrets? Why do I want to know all of yours? Why do I wish sometimes that I had met you first and that you never had known love before meeting me? Why does it bother me that you have a past, when I know I have one too?
Why do I feel cheated because I didn’t get to be part of yours, although I realize how lucky I am to be with you today?
You don’t play fair
How can missing out on your past bother me and at the same time I am grateful, knowing we met at the right time? We met when we were supposed to. I needed time to grow up, to learn from every goodbye, to become my best self. I had to train to win at love’s game, to be ready for you, 
my cherished grand prize.
You don’t play fair.
How is it that you can take my breath away?
I was always so cool and hard to read before, but you can see right through me.
Why even though I know in my heart that I don’t deserve you, you always say that I do? You don’t play fair.
Why do I feel so safe when you hold me in your arms, but at the same time I feel frightened because I realize the powerful hold you have on my heart?
Why do I allow myself to be vulnerable, to risk the possibility for heartbreak, by loving you more than I should or even thought was possible? Why does it scare me when I catch myself thinking about my future and you are in it ?
I promised myself never to let anyone get that close to me.
How did you get in?
You don’t play fair.
Why is it that I like myself more when I’m with you?
Why am I a better person because of you?
Did you realize, without trying, you have gently led me back to myself ?
You don’t play fair.
How is it that my life got life to it, once you stepped into my world?
How did thinking about you tonight lead me to write this love letter, my first and only, an original like you.
Why am I serious while writing it? Where did my sarcasm go? Why do I care if it doesn’t come out right? When did I become this crazy, a love sick pup, writing sonnets for her Romeo? How could you change me like this? Why are you so important to me ?
You are something that I can’t explain, so different, so unexpected,
so appreciated and so loved.
How did you do this?
You really don’t play fair.
I want to thank you for that.
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