The Grammarian’s Love Poem

The subjects of my sentences

Have all at once switched case.

For every “I” that was before

A “You” is in its place.

All old hurts are forgotten;

I’ve learned another tense.

For all the “has beens” in the past

You make a recompense.

Over petty aggravations

You have a sorcery,

For like a subject and a verb

The two of us agree.

You bring out all the good traits

That no one else pursued.

No more “If I had someone,”

No more subjunctive mood.

So I’ll use a complex sentence

To illustrate my cause.

I’ve suddenly discovered

You’re my independent clause.