There’s poetry in your subtle stare
as the sun warms the crisp morning air
the slight upturn of you lips
and my tongue trips over words
because everything brewing inside me
cannot be contained
in a flimsy less than three

I can nearly read the prose behind your eyes
when you crawl inside yourself for a blink
thinking of things you wish to make real
I can feel the passion when my words draw you in
and there’s nothing you can say
as the elaborate scenes play
taking you away from the time and distance
and bringing you right next to me

There’s poetry in my heartbeat
there’s prose in your stare
and when we combine
the greatest of love stories
will write itself on our flesh

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