You are my poetry,
My invasive thoughts,
The ink on these pages,
My metaphors, my heart-felt words,
You are the tapping of of these fingertips
You make my lip quiver,
The lump in my throat,
These waves of stomach flips,
My heart pounding, jaw-clenching, hand-shaking,
As you start to smile,
Or your eyes as they light up,
As you laugh uncontrollably,
You are the never ending symphony,
That plays in my head in every day dream,
Like poetry he is captivating,
Radiates, empowers, draws me in closer
If my heart would speak,
Its what my poetry would say,
The passion within,
The soul I beg to find,
The everlasting chime,
You sir,
Are my poetry.