You are My Poetry

When I am with you, words melt like sugar in tea— too sweet to hold, too warm to grasp. The verses stop on my tongue, because you are the poem my heart has sung But when you’re away, ink spills in your absence, lines flow like longing, stanzas stretch like empty arms, and every metaphor becomes a bridge back to you. You are the silence between my rhymes, the rhythm I try to catch but cannot keep. With you, I need no words— without you, I sink in them. Let this be the quietest way to say I love you— without saying it.