You don't have to write poems to be a poet.
You don't even have to write.
That look in your eye,
A wink, and a nod,
Your lips sing songs to me.
Your breath in the night,
In those soft motions, worlds rise and fall.
I see you dreaming, every twitch,
Each smile radiating bliss,
Whimpers piercing my heart.
You awake, you turn your eyes to me,
Disapproval for what you see.
Any flaws I rush to correct,
Rush and alter, change environment.
Love earns you your hearts desire.
Do not change a thing for me,
I love exactly who you are.
Wrinkled brow, smile across the room,
Soft-mouthed kiss you lay
On another persons lips.
Change who you are?
Yet I feel nothing for another.
So stay with him, I beg you.
To love and yet demand
Is to love naught but a lie.
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