No combination of perfectly sought out words could ever come close to comparison of the poetry your eyes speak to mine with only one unsubdivided glance. 

&nbsp;&nbsp;I now understand what they mean by "your my favorite book." 

&nbsp;&nbsp;Only, your not a book. Your a flowing scatter brained poetry piece. 

&nbsp;&nbsp;From where I'm standing, I don't think I'll ever reach the end.

&nbsp;&nbsp;maybe their is no end. 
Interminable depth in the drowning midnight blues. 

&nbsp;&nbsp;Quite frankly, I could continue, without fail; reading my favorite poetry piece incessantly.