Seasons

Our story
will be
a beautiful
one.

It will
span our
lifetimes
and seasons
hot and
cold.

I will
offer you
myself,
the real me,
but you
choose instead
the poet.

I will
always send
you love poems
and you


will write
love poems to me
saying
you can't love me
that way.

And people
will see our love-
love better,
for our words.

And we will write
a beautiful romance.

I ask for
a lover
you offer me
a muse.

And when
my words have
all been written

selfishly

I hope you
are there

with me.