A Very Bold Poem
I do not want you to be
just another poem.
You are not broken
into stanzas I write.
You are not a metaphor
because nothing compares to you.
You are just a man.
A man who cares for me deeply.
You are just a human.
A human with a heart of an angel.
You are just a soul,
encaged in this mystical physical form
that I dream
of
laying next to
at night.
I am sorry I made you into a poem.