My Art My Love

i do not have flowers in my hands
and so my hands
have become flowers

all because i love you

i do not have sweet lips
but my mouth shall be as beautiful as a pond
with goldfish teeming

all because i really love you

i do not carry the world
but myself shall become one world for us

just because i have loved you

forgive my shortcomings
forgive my unannounced departure

i am a boat leaving the port
i am a train leaving the station

i promised myself nothing will change even
without you

the roof shall not leak
the floors shall not fall

because i have loved you more than anyone else

i shall be as normal as the rest
nothing idiosyncratic

because i love you and i cannot love you

you are my secret art &
i shall not sign my name on you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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