Poems.

Poem One.

If you were a poem.

But to me you are a poem.

The most complex poem that the world has ever seen.

You are the poem I compose at night time in my dreams.

The most wonderfully crafted masterpiece, within you the potential to guide anyone to at last: Peace.

Words strung together that might not always rhyme but somehow always follow the perfect melody.

Words that wrap their velvetine tendrils around me.

Words that flow like the calmest river in to the choppiest sea.

Words that somehow, are in love with me.