I am just a path you pass through,
A breeze or a storm—it's up to you.
I may bring you down, only to lift you higher.
Through my trials, I reveal the real you.
Believe in me, take my hand—
I will always be there for you..

This thing inside of me.

It is hitting me,
my heart is beating for it.
Sitting here, like I am frozen.

This thing only keeps growing.

I do not even know what is right and what is not.
But I know one thing.
I know you may be the one for me.

Her eyes are poetry, and
Each blink of her eyes is a poem.
Her voice is poetry, and
Each of her words is a poem.
Her thinking is poetry, and
Each of her thoughts is a poem.

My love for her is poetry, and
Each of my expressions for her is a poem.
My care for her is poetry, and
Each of my suggestions for her is a poem.
My desire for her is poetry, and
Each expression of my romance for her is a poem.

Our mutual attraction is poetry, and
Each of our confessions to one another is a poem.
Our eternal relationship is poetry, and
Each of our manifestations for one another is a poem.
Our way of talking to each other is poetry, and
Each of our conversations with one another is a poem.