I can see all the colours of your soul
When I look at you I notice
The subtle sigh that escapes you when you get tired
I see the frown when you get confused
The flush in your cheeks when you know I am looking but
You try hard, so hard not to look my way
I notice the half smile that appears when you touch my hair
And I know you think it is a river of silk
You've told me before
Never cut your hair
I love it almost as much as you
Is has its own personality
It is untamed
And leaves pieces of you all over my apartment
I can wrap my hand around it and hold on to you
Your hair is that much more of you that you give me
And I want to have all you can offer me
For as long as you'll have me
I notice
The way you are holding me tighter
Just so you can let me go
And I carry the prints of your love on me all morning
And in the afternoon when it fades
You find me again and bruise my lips with your passion
And I am liquid for you
I melt under your touch
And see all the colours of your soul

Do you know who I am?
I am a poet
And E.M. Forster said before that
The poets are right
Love is eternal
But if we ended I can only suppose
                                         You
                                                       And
                                                             ­            I
Were a wrong combination
A key attached to a lock that cannot be opened
A coat in summer
A pumpkin spice latte in April
A name tattooed on your heart that doesn't mean anything anymore
An iceberg in a bathtub
A bird in the sea
A whale in the clouds
Someone by my side

Or

Your mouth attached to my soul
My eyes glued to your body
And all the love that circulated between our twenty fingers
When they graze each other with the care you only use with a new born
When they grip so tightly you would think the Earth is F  
                                                                ­                                     A
                                                               ­                                         L
                      ­                                                                 ­                     L
                                          ­                                                                 ­     I
                                                          ­                                                         N
                                                               ­                                                         G
And the only way to stay grounded is to hold on to each other
I was your anchor and nothing about that felt wrong
And the way my heart beat when you were around felt so right
But your back is to me because if
The poets are right and
Love is eternal
You would still be holding my hand
For eternity