Constant

No wonder
If there is a masterpiece
I penned
Out of my ink
You are there living
Close enough

No matter what
Where to begin?
It's all about you
Around you
Somewhere
In some form
As a profound metaphor
Or a cryptic reflection
Veiled to
The blind hearts
Obvious to
The avid readers

Obviously
She is the poetry
And the poetry is she
She is the art
And the art is she