I wish there was
a metaphor
for that freckle
on your face
and the scar
on your right knee

I wish
that I could capture you
in a metaphor
or three

for I'd dedicate just one
to the way
you look at me

then encapsulate
your voice
and the way it folds love meek
in the warmth
of your embrace
and the power of your grin

the third I would
set free
in the spirit
of your kiss
and the promises
it keeps, a tomorrow
in the spring

But there is no such a metaphor
I have searched
so far and wide
no verse, no word or rhyme
you are simply
the one metaphor
that is impossible to write

set so deeply
in the mind
so much deeper
in the heart