Write Me a Poem

Write me a poem

So I can see what you see,

Through your eyes,

What's your image of me.

Am I beautiful, am I ugly,

Am I the whiskey you chase

at night by the moonlights,

Or the song you find solace in

as sunshines trace your eyes?

Am I the ephemeral fragrance

that you love ever so much,

Or am I just an unordinary girl

Who fancies the wanton waves

And the magnificent mountain-touch?

Do I light up the room when I walk in,

Or am I your midnight mystery letters

With the language of love that you talk in?

What do your eyes see when they see me?

The girl you dance with, under the dim, gold streetlight,

Or the warm noon unwind partner for a Sunday delight?

Am I your adrenaline-filled adventures,

The blood rush of laughter and thrill

Or am I your refuge, the calm from the storm,

Would I be the one you'd like to call, home?

I really yearn to know,

I can't wait much long,

Am I just a girl,

or the muse of your song.

So write me a poem,

A poem of me,

So I can see what you see,

From your eyes, the love I might be.