many a poem has been
carved into time
left to the lovers
whose hearts chant and chime
the songs of their love.
many a poem has been
whispered into the ear
of the lovers who hear
none but the names of their love.
but this poem that i write
will be sung every night
for i too have a beloved
whom i wish to delight.
my dear,
before you begin to sink into the clouds
sing to yourself a sweet sound
of love.
your beauty is not bound
by my limited sight
your beauty is infinite
and you are light.
the beauty of this beloved
many times did i fail to see
i scorned this beloved
for this beloved is me.
Mia is a lover of words and all things poetic.