you are my poetry

Every day, every time,
thoughts about you fill
the tranquil hours I spent
beneath the trees,
in the green gazebo
where I wallow in the poetic
fragments of ordinariness.

I can see you in everything around,
I can smell you in the whiff of
afternoon air frolicking on my face.
You are the ring to which
graceful words course with passion,
the artistry that coats marvels to each
woven line.

Yes, you are the poetry
that rhymes with my heart,
the soul that binds ambiguous words
with heartfelt thoughts, however fragmented.

Eveything always fits somehow.
It's only because I think of you every time.
Otherwise, I don't make sense at all.