poetry notes

there's a poetry contest? maybe? money? maybe? doubt I'll get anything but it can't hurt to throw my poem in there right? maybe? who knows. But this is a rough draft of something I wrote, figured they'd appreciate a love poem more than the stuff I usually write so I tried my hardest (if anyone is interested: http://www.poetry.com/poetry-contests/ check it out):

If eyes could taste as sweet as yours,
I would never need to eat.
But could feast on sight of you,
a privilege to sit and stare.
Drinking you in.
Like a man parched for beauty, instead
filled with sight.
No equal earth angel, beauteous in my eye
beheld not for love but hope,
grace, wonder, a smile.
Synonyms to my eyes, a strange singularity.
Love does not create beauty.
We are but dragons, and our beauty creates love.
Jealousy spawns not from possession, but from loss,
a hoardless, mindless, beardless beast,
to wander alone, no glint or glitter

I want the world to know, not
of my happiness, but of that which creates it.
My beauty.
the sole sparkle in one half closed eye and barely recognized
with too much sleep.
Stare into mine, and find my hope, my troubles, my smile
not all of them are mine, but to give freely,
and envy not.
We cannot lose a beast so great,
but we can hide it in a cave,
send knights by day to slay it,
and mourn the charred remains of hate we find
crumpled on a carpeted floor somewhere in Brooklyn.

As simply as you cannot argue
logically with faith,
you cannot rationalize with any weight of heart.
Measure well that quality of dreams,
because you cannot consciously cheat Anubis
I cannot know what I must gather,
so instead I am forced to go pick on a forked road,
I will take neither path nor fork, but
sit.

until my head is full and belly empty
for want of thanks to give
I'll trade away my eyes
to keep my memories.

You mean that much to me, I can't explain
why because
I tell you sometimes
in the dark
and light and
cold.
You keep me warm,
you give me hope,
darling, looking in my eyes while I stare at you,
that sparkle dancing is from you, who already know.
You are the dreams worth having,
that make my eyes crinkle for smiling.
Thank you. You already know but read it one more time at least,
and let my naked letters dance across your eyelids when you need my voice,
and I have none.
I love you.