I am a poet,
But you are not a poem.
Still,
I find the Caribbean ocean in your eyes,
I find the constellations in the freckles and blemishes on your skin,
Beneath the dark void of your hair,
And of all the scars on your skin,
That you find ugly,
Are some of your most endearing features
That so few know of.
Your voice has become my favorite song,
And that says a lot.
I am a poet,
and although you are not poetry,
You mean the world and more to me.