You are my poetry, love,
You are its soul;
I’m merely follower
With a pen’s control.

You are each sentence, word,
That leaps to mind.
I re-create
The inner you I find.

You are my lyric verse,
My lyre that sings;
You are the rhymes
That climb with timeless wings.

You are the syllables
That join as one,
Way more beautiful
Than moon-faced sun.

You are the tune
That is spoken melody
In my pen’s lines
Of ageless poetry.