The poem I could write

 

If I were to write a poem about distance I would need the lavish length of a lighthouse drawing the horizon lines for my eyes to see what lies within its remoteness. 

If I were to write a poem about silence I would need the thunder of tender quietness like mountains in the prologue of the speeches that will never be spoken true. 

If I were to write a poem about beauty I would need the pause of the petal springing in the eyes of the first love fearless wolf of a moment pressing two hearts together. 

And these 

are all things

I already have.