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.