I, The Poet And You, My Poetry

You,
a woman with a keen ear of my beating soul,
never fail to dazzle me.
I,
a poet who writes novice verses,
always take delight to the sensuous thought of you.

Mornings never seize to exist when you,
my dear,
shine like the sun in the east;
Like the dark skies full of stars at night
that mirrors through the plain sea.

Fear not for my verses are still true;
I forget them never for they are locked inside my heart.
With time as the key,
it will always be opened,
continue to spill them onto you,
to dazzle and make you fall for me even more
as I to you.