In poetry we don’t say: what do you believe in?

We say: have you forgotten that the sun travels far, not just to touch you and blush as it leaves, but so that when you close your eyes, you see a color deep as plums?
 
In poetry we don’t say: you are beautiful 
We say: I follow you into the dark because you are my candle, and it’s understandable if sometimes you collapse or flare up or have a meltdown.
 
In poetry we don’t say: I need you
We say: when the deserts lie about an oasis, long after lips have gone dry and water tastes like an eager melody, it is only the tip of the iceberg of my need.