Poetry

You are my poetry and every word I know. I can write sonnets about how your lips speak to my soul, and I always seem to carry you inside me wherever I go. You are my poetry lyrical caresses in my mind. word spoken and unspoken, both horrible and kind. You are my poetry hearts and stars behind my eyes. loving you so deeply took me by surprise. You are my poetry pentameters, verbal description in panoramic caricatures. You are my poetry because words mean everything. you warm me in the summer, and renew me in the spring. You are my poetry. loose leaf pages in the wind. our beginning, and alas, until our bitter end. You are my poetry. how more may I describe? You feed me and nurture me and make me feel alive. ©SamHarty