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
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