Zest or messed?

I don’t know how to say this, You’re another form of bliss.

It’s been long since I’ve felt this way, But now I can’t feel more today. Mixed with pain and distress, Not wanting to get up or dress.

Sometimes I feel you’re some mystery, Open up your branches, let me save the tree.

What is it? What is the gap about? Trust me. I trust you. Won’t doubt.

What are we?  What do you see? Tell me.

I won’t judge. I won’t hold any grudge. You’ve always been as dear as chocolate fudge.

You’re pure. You’re true. You know how to stick to your words like a glue.

I feel good when it’s about you, I just don’t like it when there is some issue or gap b/w us two.

I don’t know how to say this, But you’re important. You’re my fav kind of fondant.

We talk about food, And sleep and memes which are good.

You care about me when I’m out, You make sure I am safe without any doubt.

You’re not perfect, Neither am I. As time is passing, You’re becoming the dairy milk of my eye.

I don’t know how to say this. You’re more special than a dew or a Christmas kiss.

~ Ananya