I could talk about how you caught my eye Like an insomniac catches the cold
But how cliche
I could talk about the whimsy in your eyes The way they light up When you speak passionately
But how cliche
I could talk about how you taste like home Where I could sleep in peace forever
But how cliche
How can one go on? When miles of words are already written When thoughts have already been thought When feelings have already been felt When beauty has already been beheld?
I hate being optimistic But everything has already been written How could my metaphors be any different?
But it makes sense
Because darling, I cannot think of any word that describes you, To me Even our vast vernacular Cannot contain my emotional state
For you look of a color never seen A flower never felt And a song yet to be heard
Simply put I can’t describe you You’re not beyond beautiful You’re beyond words