You're a poet

Will your unwritten pages remember me?
Immersing in the reticence, I ask.
With eyes dancing with
Your running pen on carious papers,
Under the ball and chain of love.

Your eyes have matrix of words.
A scientific combination,
Of wheels within wheels love
Is flowing on the floor, searching for me.

I hear you say you love me,
But you're a poet.
Poets imagine