These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!

This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am writing it now and have thereby changed destiny.

I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?

In the very end, all we have left to atone for our faults are words.