Always The Poet,Never The Poem

Always the poet, never the poem. Wandering thoughts, yet never home. Just an exchange of looks, And you'll be immortalized in my books. From writing about each time our eyes met, To be writing about the sunken eyes you left me with. In every line and every rhyme, Your essence lies. Oh how I wish to be loved by a poet, And to reside in their pages of solace. I yearn for a verse, a tale divine. Glistening with a name that's mine. But in the expanse of reality, I'm always the poet, never the poem. Crafting dreams of others, never my own.