We drove by moonlight last night.
The dirt road was our bright future.
I stared into my eyes through yours
And felt your lips like wind upon my neck.

We stumbled upon a natural pool bound by trees.
Ripples of concord churned water the color of innocence.
We looked upon one another, shameless as devotion itself
And as we swam, our imperfections dissolved and drowned

The crisp cool air beautifully contrasted
The heated humming of our hearts
The great space between us fell apart
And we knew more of love than Aphrodite in all her days

I held you, and you grabbed my hand
The stillness moved us and in that moment,
As we succumbed to sleep, our silence spoke over all words,
which could never truly epitomize our love.

And when we woke up we were two thousand miles apart,
As I drove down the dirt road I saw last night
The sun burned my neck. The pool where we swam
was as long gone as my opportunity to tell you how I feel.

I spent an eternity in vain
Attempting to write you a poem
But whether for my failure to find the words
Or my deep deep love for you
I realized that some things are indescribable
While the beauty of brilliant hues of red and yellow
flying above verdant hills of green and the
love of all that paradise has to offer are
wonderful and extravagant things.
I handed you a poem that grants you no justice.
And now though this, my second poem, you will never see,
This poem, this my admitting failure to you
Is the truth of the matter,
That anybody that hands you a poem
And tells you that it truly expresses his feelings
Has never loved you so much as I.