Let me be clear, you are not a limerick, you are not a joke to me
You are not a haiku or couplet, structured, short and done
You are a well-thought out love sonnet, darling one
Can you hear traditional patterns in writings of old, stories of Abraham, Moses and David?
That reckless love, abounding love, tireless and never-ending
You are a detailed narrative, a story of good overcoming evil, of a captive, of rescue and freedom
Yours is an epic poem, lengthy, no detail missed out, unrushed
Your poem is a free verse spilling out of me, grace and beauty flowing, rich with imagery
Your poem is not yet finished,
it's building, building, building, building until...
...your likeness is that of your poet.
That's right, your poem is an ode to me
The great artist,
Your poem reflects me.