Understanding Me Through Poetry

I want to fall in love with a poet someday
As he is the only one who could come to
Understand everything from the pain and
Heartbreak to the sadness and happiness

I feel in my heart. He understands my ray
Of sunshine may not be coming with blue
Skies and megawatt smiles. As my hand
Is held gently in his, it is the tenderness

In his words or actions that are displayed
Front of a world that is filled with empty
Words and actions. He knows words are
Easier to come by on paper as he scibbles

His thoughts. He has consistently prayed
For someone like me and who has plenty
Of room in her heart. We all have a star
To guide us home and he knows quibbles

Would get us nowhere. He writes eloquent
Poetry, making love to my soul as a lover
Who knows my body and heart like no one
Else. We are observers of this vast world

Although we are all so small and delicate
Like ants. He understands I want to cover
My scars because as I am filled with sun
I have some darkness and as he is curled

Around me, keeping me safe like a shield
Or blanket, he knows others have cowered
Away from me, but I can see it in his eyes
That he is not afraid. He understands me

Through poetry and he knows that I wield
My pen like a warrior with a high-powered
Sword. It is poetry that never truly dies,
Carrying us to a place where we are free.