Dreams For The Collective

You

Whatever it is that I miss about you,

My heart is only you

Whatever it is that I adore you,

My hand will always be with you.

I wish I could tell you anything,

I want you to believe in everything.

I don't want you to be here because of something

I want you until I'm breathing

I'm looking for you because you're the one I'm looking for.

This is the first poem he's ever written. I'm not sure how to react to his poet's ballad about me being the melody of his soul. If I were to define his poetry. His poetry is a work of art that is as much about expression as it is about expressing a perspective or a thought. Poetry, in my perspective, is the source of human language's life. Of course, in order to carry out our daily exchanges, we need oceans of vocabulary and rivers of practical speech. But tapping into those hidden mountain springs of a serene and furious mind is escapism.That's how poetry works: undefined beauty expressed through a string of words. It is something that comes from within; it is difficult to describe why he should compose poetry, but poets do it by writing down all of their good and terrible experiences in life, which may subsequently be turned into artwork. Is this the kind of affection he has for me?