you ask me why i've never written of you
the truth;
i keep trying to write poetry about you
but i've never been one for sharing
and i think i want to keep you to myself
and since these words
belong to the world
i wouldn't write about  you
even if i could find the words
i wouldn't
i would leave the comparisons of your eyes to the cosmos
locked in my mind
the metaphors of you and your laughter
the personification of your smile
all of it inside
so you could be only mine