(No Title). I'm telling my girlfriend I love her, is this an okay poem to show her after?

When I questioned myself on whether I was in love with you  

I reasoned that my heart couldn’t yet be trusted to say its emotions were true  

 

When I affirmed that every piece of you was perfect  

I insisted I’d been struck deaf too many times to not fear a harmony when I heard it  

 

When I reflected on how I valued the word  

I speculated that every day I waited would make it worth more once it was heard  

 

When I accused myself of stalling  

I struck one better and said, no, I simply preferred falling  

 

 

 

Here I am  

I am done falling now  

 

this rock bottom is softer  

than a weightless cloud

    

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