I knew it.
I've always known it.
I wanted to be loved by a Poet.

Don't need warm kisses against my skin
It's words I want to be branded with.

Touch will linger, lips will meet
but, words are the love language in which I seek.

You build me up with your loving prose
why this happens? well, it just does.

It's as if you peer inside
to the places I sometimes hide.
You see me with more than just your eyes.

To see me, hear me, is to love me.
I knew it.
I've always known it.
I feel loved by a Poet.