I've been searching for a metaphor
in your eyes
that does not reside there
Searching for the words
to express the beauty of your being
in a language not yet invented
You are the metaphor
You are the language
I've written poems
in your meter and rhythm
on the small cracks in my heart
No form
no structure
does justice
You are free of form
so I write to you in the freedom that you are
the freedom that you've given
There are things we cannot see
nor say
But in you, they are seen
In you, they are said
You are the direction faced when I pray
The prayer and what is prayed for
The question
and the answer
Pouring over every word
Searching for perfection
I've come to realize
I've been searching for a metaphor
In your eyes
The existence of which cannot be seen
In such a small and subtle beauty
You are the metaphor
It is in everything you are
You are the poetry
I've always wished to write.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
I've been searching for a metaphor
in your eyes
that does not reside there
Searching for the words
to express the beauty of your being
in a language not yet invented
You are the metaphor
You are the language
I've written poems
in your meter and rhythm
on the small cracks in my heart
No form
no structure
does justice
You are free of form
so I write to you in the freedom that you are
the freedom that you've given
There are things we cannot see
nor say
But in you, they are seen
In you, they are said
You are the direction faced when I pray
The prayer and what is prayed for
The question
and the answer
Pouring over every word
Searching for perfection
I've come to realize
I've been searching for a metaphor
In your eyes
The existence of which cannot be seen
In such a small and subtle beauty
You are the metaphor
It is in everything you are
You are the poetry
I've always wished to write.
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