I write this poem
Not to be read,
Nor to be talked about
But to be loved.

For I write this poem
Because you are
The Poem,
The Poem that I love.

You on whose face
I see everything.
You on whose face
I write the sweetest words
You on whose face
Lie the questions that
I ask
The answers that
I get.
You, the Poem that I love.

You in whom everything I feel
Stays, lives and grows
Just because I love you,
You, the Poem.

You, whose presence creates
A new day, a new life.
You are the letters, the words
The lines of my life.
You, the Poem that I love.