This is How I Love You

I love you,

And when I tell it to you,

It means my ink

Has once gain

Filled a paper

With your name –

Repeatedly written

On every line,

On every sign,

And every space

Of the thousands words

Inscribed in my poems.

I love you,

And when I tell it to you,

It means the

Flowers of my letters

Are waiting for your hand

To pluck and bear

Until the hands

Of the clock

Lack a pack

Of time and force for us

To separate at last.

I love you,

And when I tell it to you,

It means the metaphors

Of my phrases

Are waiting for your

Hugs and kisses

To embrace my life

That has been

Written with might,

Printed with the spin

Of a syllabicated sight.

I love you,

And when I tell it to you,

It means I’m already ready

To kneel in front of you

To ask you for marriage

While articulating

Scented words as carriage

Of my fast beating

Heart.

I love you,

And when I tell it to you,

It means my hands

Are already ready

To write a million words,

Dancing with the beat

Of my art.

I love you,

And when I tell it to you,

It means

I’m going to write

poems about you

Until the end of my life.