I came to
pen another poem for you,
but even every unwritten poem
is you.

I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities — as if your love could be any more complete. But I write, in the first place,
because of you, my muse. I write for your green eyes to glance at my humble words and for the pleasure of hearing you utter them.

I’m a winner because I always bet on you.

You are my favourite part of life.

I love you so much
I want to share you
with yourself.
I know you do not insist
that I do, but I love you
so much I want to share
God with you.

By loving you,
I learn everything
because your soul
contains the entire universe.