Petrichor and Roses

IV - You can love me a bit more, boy | i

Gracefully and wonderfully,
you've made your space clear in my heart.
You've nourished me,
set my insides ablaze,
devastated me,
but loved me.

My words are often drenched with poetry.
It's the purest form of love I know,
your kisses
and deliberate touches,
make my words a colour darker, boy,
for love is red,

no,

it's a raging lilac,
a soothing melody,
love is a purple flame.

Gracefully and wonderfully, you've settled your hands inside my chambers,
your warmth spread to each corner.
My pages are tired,
but your love gives me words,
it claims me,
to be that of yours.

You trace my veins,
like they're the most beautiful rivers you've ever seen,
glitter runs through them, boy,
you make them shine.

My poetry is often incomplete even with you,
perhaps that's when I should have known.

Your love gives me warmth, boy,
but your love
isn't poetry.