I adore you
just like how
fond the sky
is to the stars
that 'til infinity
it will hold unto
their gazillion
counts and —
just how the
ocean waves
calmly as the
sun sets
beautifully at
west to the depth
of its floor.
You're the
muse of my
poetry, the
meaning
inbetween
the lines of
each symmetry
and the one
that rhymes
with the soul
of my metaphors.