I never understood

How someone

Could write a happy poem

About somebody else.

I only believed that people

Could write happy poems about nature.

People are too hurtful

And untrustworthy.

But nature is stable and unmoving.

Powerful and beautiful.

Nature cannot leave you with a broken heart

Or tell you that you are not good enough.

Nature stands still

As you move around it.

It changes you

But remains itself unchanged.

The mountains and landscapes.

The rivers and oceans and lakes.

The strong and supporting trees.

These are the things I love.

I never understood how someone

Could write a happy poem

About someone else

Until I met you.

Your curves became the landscapes.

Your eyes became the rivers and lakes and oceans.

Your hands became the strong and supporting trees.

And these are the things I love.