I am yours.
Just like you are mine.
It's like we were quilled
from the same ink.
Blessed to be a part of
the same poem.
Stanza after stanza.
Line after line.
And now I can read you so well
Beyond the verses.
I feel you between the gaps.
We are a poem
Embedded into one.
I read you daily,
Especially between
the silent meaning of line spaces.