More Than a Poem

its not that i see
the constellations or the ocean
in your eyes
or that your heart beats
the beat of a thousand
war drums.
its not that your voice
is the sound of the angels
singing their symphony
its not that you
are perfection
in its purest form.
its not that you are a poem,
so easily written,
or the words
so carefully selected.
you are more than a description,
more than a line in a song,
or a wave on the sea.
you are more than the stars,
more than whats lies
beyond life.
you are not perfect,
but thats why
you are perfect for me.
we are puzzles,
a bit of life on each piece
that i hand to you
and you pass to me.
misshapen,
and never quite where
we’re meant to be
we are loud and we are angry
we are fierce
and we are desperate
we lose faith,
and we run from what scares us.
we are people.
it just so happens
that somehow
i am to you,
and you are to me,
what people seek
for all of eternity.
and we don’t need analogy
to describe
the love we possess,
and the feelings we
can’t bare to leave.