i would give you the moon,
if you didn't have it already.
i'd pick out every star,
every planet,
entire nebulas.
i'd pull out a galaxy,
to give to you.
if it wasn't already in your smile.
i'd give you forest,
if i couldn't already see it in your eyes.
leaves of chartreuse,
supported by stems of cedar;
while ponds filled with water nymphs,
dance through your irises.
i want to give you
every beautiful thing
in this universe.
but they all seem to reside
in you.
YOU ARE READING
metanoia
PoetryM E T A N O I A (n.) : the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life this is my first poetry book, and because this book is not completed yet they are very unorganized. when i'm finished the book will be rearranged. all poetry is...
