Have you ever been so in love
You stopped writing poetry
Gone months
without pouring yourself  onto pages
Because moments
are sweeter than poems
Or reserved writing for mornings
When you wake to early
And instead of wallowing
In insomniac day dreams of sleep
You sit up, to him sleeping beside you
And pull pen from your bedside
And think
It's been to long
since I've written him poetry
I love him so Deeply I know
There are never enough words to say
But still I'll keep trying