there are many things
to write about
there is
an amount of thoughts
I need to capture in
an enumeration of words
and even if the world
stops spinning,
I'd still have my soul to
offer poetry to you
poetry and you
that's
what's keeping me alive
so every single laugher
of you
is like an
unchained melody
and
with every single breath
you take
I can see the sparkles of life
running through your body,
lifting up your chest
and entering the world again
to be honest
I've got to write
like you've got to breathe
and to call you my muse
would be an understatement
so that is for you,
my love,
to my last,
my present,
my future one
every letter,
every word,
every single syllable
until you've reached the very last
drop of emotion
inside these pieces,
is me worshipping you,
is my view,
my dream,
fascination and
pure desperation
for, about and dedicated to you
it's not me,
it's her