A Collection of Couplets

So I wrote this silly little poem one evening when a friend was having a hard day and I didn't really know what to do but didn't want to do nothing. It has been slightly modified from its original version. And if you, dear reader, are ever having a bad day, let me know and I'll either modify this for specially for you, or I can write an original piece. With love.

Hey I think that you’re awesome, and super and rad
And I’m pained and concerned if I know that you’re sad.

I think you’re amazing, I know that you are
If I started a country, I’d want you as czar

I’m chillin’ and typing, and wanting to serve
But don’t know what you need, or what you deserve

But this much I do know, you’re really incredible
And I’m sure you’d be tasty, if you were made to be edible

And I’m not referring to cannibalism, that just weird and gross
I doubt you’d taste like chicken, that’s not why If wants you close

This poem is getting eccentric and makes little sense
But please rest assured, my admiration for you is intense

I think more highly of you, than any odd rhyme can say
My heart thinks of you and shouts “hip, hip, hooray”

Well, not literally of course, a heart doesn’t shout
But if a heart could, then it would, you know what I’m talking about

Okay, let’s conclude this ode to you my friend
I love and adore you; you’re awesome; the end.