Will you let me craft a piece of poem about you?
I promise you it won't be promises
Neither will it be of fancy words

I only want to capture you
I only want to hold you
I only want to write you

I only want to turn you
          into a poem
          into my sense
          into my world
          into infinity

That I can call and recall
That I can cite and recite
That I can read and feed
That I can show the world

You are a poem
          in my sense
          in my world
          in infinity
Of non-existent reality