it's hard for me to let go of material
things, i'll admit
but i can,
without hesitation,
put you above my passion.

poetry.

a pen and paper has always
been there for me
when i needed it,
almost like a
security blanket.
but with you...
i am at a loss for words;
the stanzas are jumbled
and the words are
crisscrossed in my mind,
for you are all the poetry i
could ever pen.
the words that make
up the metaphors that
make up the stanzas
that make up the poem are
all entangled in the
flecks of hazel
in your eyes.
those eyes look at me with love,
and ****,
am i a lucky woman.
cause you are my poetry, and
maybe..
just maybe..
i'm your fantasy storyline.