Here's another poem,like all others before and after,dedicated to you.There isn't anything left to be saidbut I will spend my lifetrying to put you into words.You who is every goodness,every optimismand hope.Your love is a better fate for methan anything I could wish for.If you are a part of me, then you’re the best part.And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination.But I’ve become a weary traveller,so please,let us never be apart.

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

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

Love, they said, burns youand builds you.But with you, there’s no ash.Just light.

Love is our religion. Love is our light. It is the only thing that gives us any hope.

Classical music is the best, and cheapest, mind-altering drug in the world.

Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.

Does God knowthe number of kissesbefore we fall in love?Yesterday, I was nobodyand I believed myself important.Today,I feel my worth in you.You, with your emerald eyes and ebony hair,even your heartbeat is beautiful.You, who is my greatest joy,all other concerns vanish in your presence.You swallow timeand consume space,inspiring all my passionwith a single embrace.I love your existence.