I will continue writing your name onto the sky until the stars embody your beauty. I want to be the half that makes you whole. I want to be the poem written on the pages of your soul. I am addicted to the ink that flows inside your veins. Drench your heart in ink then pour yourself on a page and become my poem. A poem that describes your heart’s complexities and desires. A poem that patiently awaits to be recited. A poem that exists inside the poet. A poem that eventually becomes the poet. I hope my presence will awaken every single poem that gently lays inside you. What use is my poetry when I cannot recite it to you? What good is my love when I cannot share it with you? You are the one song I keep listening to every single day and night. You are the poem I never knew how to write. Your love is the story that I have always wanted to tell the world. I have captured your smile in the lines of this poem. I want you to be the poem that keeps writing itself on the pages of my soul. I want you to be the poem that makes me whole. Plant roses in my heart and promise me you’ll be there when they blossom. I will continue writing your name onto the sky until the stars embody your beauty. I will continue writing about you.