May I tell you a secret?
I wouldn’t read poetry
I certainly wouldn’t write it
if it weren’t for you.
You are
what makes these words
worth it.
what makes these words
worth it.
You’re the value,
the pearl in them. Whoever you are
you’re the one I worship
the one I seek when I go
the pearl in them. Whoever you are
you’re the one I worship
the one I seek when I go
plunging into the indigo deep
or when I roam the heaving seas
for what I lost or what I
hope to gain.
or when I roam the heaving seas
for what I lost or what I
hope to gain.
It’s only you I want, only you
who sit there listening
at your little desk, waiting
in your perfect chair
wanting, searching for
only me.
who sit there listening
at your little desk, waiting
in your perfect chair
wanting, searching for
only me.