A cheesy valentine's day poem

I know all of your kisses.

There is a "take care of
yourself for me, please" kiss,
a "won't be far for too long" one,
a "mad at you now" one.
There's this kiss when
you've been resting your
head on my belly, while I'm
reading a book.
One when I'm sick
and sweaty.
One after you play
with the puppy
and you feel like we grew into
a family through the years.
One that says you'll never
walk away, or give
up on me.

And one when you log in here
and read my cliché poems
about you,
like this one.