Never Ending

She said, "You speak beautifully"

That my words should be writen on paper

and passed out to the masses

I told her She was crazy, no one wants to read or listen to

the thoughts of, well, me

My thoughts, my worries my dreams, my past, and my demons

All these compacted into one, one paper, one poem

This was how She knew me

How She came to love me

I'll never understand what She sees in me

But I know what I see in Her

I see where my inspiraton comes from

All I have to do is look into Her eyes, feel Her heart

And I'm home

I'm complete

I'm completely in love with Her

Her lips move in a poetic motion

They are not a haiku, limerick, or sonnet

The ways Her lips move are like a free verse

There is no rhyme no similar motions

Her kisses have no meter, no structure, and no limitations

They were all natural

She was natural

My never ending poem, She is