I, an open vessel
wait to be filled.
I lower the floodgates
and you pour your love into me
causing my love for you to overflow
back into you.
Pouring and pouring,
but we never empty.
I am filled by you,
by every piece of you,
by every emotion you speak and feel.
I am overwhelmed but calm,
a little scared,
but you make me feel safe.
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I, a poet
rarely find the aspiration
to write a love poem.
I write when a feeling becomes too much,
too much to contain inside myself.
You are too much for me to contain inside myself.
I need you to be free.
I need you to pour out of me,
onto keyboards and into books.
I need the world to know:
how loved you made me feel in this exact moment,
how inspiring you are.
You are my muse for love.
When I think of you I get excited about the idea of it.