You’re the blood in all my poems,

you’re the soul in all my art,

you’re the reason why my heart palpitates

from the very start.

You’re my calm in the wind,

you’re my cool breeze in the heat,

you’re my everlasting happiness

when I start feeling incomplete.

Why let that girl say

“I love you”? ,

when I’ve told you

“You’re the breath in my lungs”,

Why settle for less when you know,

You’re the blood in all my poems.