You Inspire Me Poem by Sophia White

You inspire me.
You drive me to my paints, my brushes
Into wild mad rages with the canvas
Splattering red passion against yellow bliss
A clean blue wash over all
Stars of gold, for I could walk among them
Pale blue moon, for the beautiful evenings
Ochre sun which burns so brightly and yet
Never seems to die
Until finally the colors all run together
Into a coffeeshop brown, a pleasant hue
Neither color nor shade, but in-between
Balancing passion and rest
Desire and contentment.

You make my hands itch for a pen
As if I could inscribe what I am feeling
But my heart is too full for words
It overspills into my mind, floods it
Drives out reason, banishes doubt
Yet I try to write, to explain, to describe
My words make puddles on the page
Worthless really, but fun to splash in
I can only laugh at my desperation
My feeble attempts at eloquence
And the way the words run together like the rain
Which runs down the window beside me
Making the world wet like tears on the cheek
But I am not crying, only writing
My heart.

You inspire such wild, inexpressible creativity in me
The urge to form a new world with my hands
To create mountains and seas for you
To paint a portrait of what is in my thoughts
To make an epic of a moment we shared
This I cannot do, because my love for you
Is too much, too much, too much for art.
What then, shall I do? I fail in every attempt
To give you a gift adequate for my love
Know this, then, I can only give you what
Is greatest in my possession:
Every moment of my life until I die.