You are beautiful because of your sadness, but
your smile is prettier than stars. I love them all,
the sullen you, the happy you, and sometimes even
the crazy you who threaten to stab me with knives.
Oh, how I calm you down in the kitchen floor
and we make love surrounded by
broken plates and glass and flowers.

My lover is mad.
My lover is mad and beautiful.
What a poetic line! For I am a poet
and you are my muse, and how I love you for it.
Every face you make that changes everyday
inspires a masterpiece, and I love you for it.
When sad you are my Eurydice,
and I write you a thousand sonnets;
when glad you are my own Adonis,
and I drape you in hymns and psalms,
and when mad you're Oedipus or Ophelia
and I could write you a whole canto.
Lucky me, to have three lovers in one
who also inspires poetry!
What else is worth the having?

You are beautiful, my dear, it's true!
Don't take your meds; let's kiss till we're blue.

Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2018-09-10 at 21:30

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem is a palpable joy! Thank you for posting it.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like it!