Sometimes, I feel like I'm running out of words,
Millions of sentences, nouns, and verbs.
Metaphors for flowers and birds,
Engineering knowledge, bits, and servers.

Topics ranging from likes to nerve-wracking curves,
Poems about books, songs, from big firms.
When inspiration strikes, I write on my terms,
Everything getting what it deserves.

Then came you,
And I discovered my best words anew.
Hidden in my heart, waiting for a cue,
Only you can bring them into view.

When it's you, my heart takes control of my pen,
Close my eyes, count to ten.
And there it goes, a poem, brand new,
Crafted from the depths of my feelings for you.