I love my poetry
more than rivers
beneath the moonlight,
more than whispers
of the cold wind,
a kiss on my skin.

If I fall, we collide
in each other's arms
so romantic,
so beautiful,
so lovely,
with my poetry.

My inspiration,
my contentment,
my life,
my everything.

I love my poetry
for a thousand ages,
even time comes
I could no longer fathom
the pain in my heart
from burning bridges.

I love my poetry,
you are my poetry.