Your heart is honey.

Your mind is a candy store.

Each bite I want more.

Sought peace in my bones,

Broken, splintered, shattered, whole.

You couldn’t have known.

Writing is more than

Words arranged beautifully,

My soul reflects.

Was I to just wait,

Wishing that you’d figure out

I was worth it all?

You didn’t want “us”

Or said you really weren’t sure.

What was I to do?

I just care too much?

No, that is no right at all.

I care just enough

I want to give up,

But you know I can’t do that.

I just care too much.

You are a canvas,

A place to paint my wildest dreams.

You are a blank slate,

Freedom to begin anew.

You are a fresh page,

Room enough for my poetic touch.

You are a line of music,

Harmonious with my own.

You are a thin brush,

Open to your own inspiration.

You are a sun,

Fueled by your own light.

You are a vista,

Much more than a shot.

You are waterfall,

Ever flowing with power, yet sweet.

You are a cherry blossom,

Light, yet impressive to the heart.

You are a song,

My song, complex and clear…

You are…

So much more than you may ever know.

We are unified,

In thought, heart, song and in choice.

You alone, my voice.

What you really want

Not what you don’t now, but

What you never will.