Unfinished Poem

I walk inside the poem that is our life

It is an unfinished work

you place me wherever

 you want me within it.

The words that spill

from your pen decide my

moods my smile my tears

Your artistry of words

bring spring and summer, .

snow and rain to me.

Write whatever you want my love

but always write of me.

Write in vivid colors

that no one else knows

Invent the verse for us

alone and call it ours.

Write of me as perfect

or full of faults

I do not care

but always write of me.

Write of me infatuated

or besotted in love with you.

When you write

see only me in your eyes

and when it is completed

Call it perfection