But Time Is Like the Sound of Water

I hold a ticket in my hand The destination has your name written on it I outline the corners of your eyes and eyebrows Describe your beautiful smile, You are all the flowers here, You are all the birds here, You are the temple built in my heart. I will spend my whole life A place of practice, What am I? Except it's not poetry, everything else is poetry Except for others who don't love you, everyone else is me who loves you