You make me want to write poetry
Not the sappy sentimental type
Dripping with cliche metaphors
Oozing with prefabricated references of love
No, your presence is much more subtle
Your influence upon my words is obscure
Yet it lingers in the empty spaces
Dancing between the lines
Which separate my tangled thoughts
The poems which you inspire
Have no periods
For to associate you with an ending point
Would be as if telling a circle where to stop
For this reason, the poems you inspire
Have yet to be transcribed onto paper
Endlessly flowing throughout the canals of my mind
Yearning to be unleashed to the world
I selfishly hold back
Unable to attach a significant ending
To the overpowering significance of your presence