you are the right lyric.
waterfalls of ink puddle
into verse and rhyme
about you.
name the last time
I wrote about something other than you.

you are a blank book
I fill with melody and messages of love
page after page of sonnets,
saturated sensuality
screens all other emotion.

in a sea of wishful thinking,
I hope you’ll be mine forever
to be my muse
to be the only one I write about.