My Stories Of You (Chapter Eight) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Like a book I wait for you,
to read my pages once again.
I put new words in here, and like the old ones,
they belong to you too,
but I wander if you still want them as before.
By these words I stay,
encouraged by the moon, instigator of love,
to keep writing of you
as the great poets, did with their muses.
I'm not a poet, nor do I strive to become one.
You can call me 'the bad writer of his own feelings'.
Today, I fell in love with you (again! ! , It's like a million times already) .
But you are beautiful as a bride, you know!
Out of you I challenge myself to be,
but it's something that I'm not used to do anymore,
since I gave you my world, to rule over it.
Your kisses don't touch me at all,
the stairs that we don't walk
the blackness of no one around us
and the eagerness of every empty elevator,
I belive have left you
as they leave you cold today.
I question my mind as to why I love you, with such pleasure, and don't stop..
but isn't it obvious!