Dearest Person to me [Poetry]

[David]

Someone asked yesterday's, who's the dearest person to me, and I thought about you.
I thought about poetry.
You're my poetry

I mean, You.

The first line in my sonnets of love
The pentameter of my Shakespearean sonnets

Without you, the whole poem becomes a prose.

I mean, You.

[Homachi]

Hmm..
Sounds nice. I would prefer someone read that to me at night by my bedside.
It would make perfect lullaby.