[All You Are] a poem

All that you are,
is all that you are;
I’ve never asked for you to be more,
never hoped you’d be anything other than
all you are now
The more fire-finch kisses to
your cheek, the more blush my
lips may be privileged to meet,
the you continuously thrilling me to
dazzle a thousand pages, hypergraphia
knows no end,
as no end to you can be anticipated


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [The Failed Writer]