if i were to write you a poem, what will it be?
a sad one, a happy one;
a funny one, a lonely one;
maybe,
i'm not writing anything,
for my love for you is far beyond words.
slowly,
i hold your hands,
leading you to the garden in my heart,
where there is no sadness, nor happiness;
for nothing can be seen if you are not by me.
you are my eyes,
my ears,
and my eternity.
so tell me baby,
if i were to write you a poem,
what will it be?