Do you see what you have done to me?
You have caused me to strive to be a romantic.
Before you I did not have a mind for poetry.
In fact I did not even like poetry.
Now each night I don’t see you
my thoughts are so consumed with you
that when I pick up a pen and paper
love flows from my heart
into the ink, becoming poetry.
It may not be poetry to some
and actually it’s not at all poetry.
It is love transformed into words.
It may not rhyme or even be understood by others,
But our hearts know the meaning of every word.
For it is all written from my heart to yours.
