Poets don't love you for your fleeting looks.
They'll fall for the way the sun catches the slope of your cheek,
the crooks in your smile,
the undertones of color in your fingertips.
The precise shape your mouth makes voicing our name.
The rich colors of your eyes and the lights reflecting in them,
how shadows bend to your frame.
For, they will find you in the hidden spaces where you don't speak out loud.
Take your heart into theirs, and swing with the tunes you sync with.
They will find hundreds of small beauties in you and immortalize you for it.
As they will never be the ones to break your heart, for they didn't become a poet without a single blemish.