Love Poem

I'm not much of a love poet

But I were to write one, I would write about you

An unopened booklet

Waiting to be explored, because your soul is as pure as morning dew

And how your eye lashes play symphonies when you blink

But they still remain quiet

But where have you been all my life, that’s what I have to rethink

I hope your always here, and never see an exit