I suppose something as lovely as you, cannot be put to pen, paper & poetry.

I can't find enough beautiful words to simply describe you with my vocabulary

There is no way to emulate,
gramatically structure or describe

Exactly that feeling when
you're speaking volumes into my eyes

When I know the truth
is exactly what you say

That we're different books
on the same page

Smiling, flipping slowly
through the clearing days

Theres no pressure in the back of my head, yet how is my visions not a haze?

Theres so much more,
I've only given vowels to the entire story

So with that,
I'll tell you that baby I'm sorry,

But theres no love poem tonight
Its late,

I'm everso distracted by youre perfect face
And you've given me far too much to write