He's not really good with words,
but every sentence spills out of his lips
like a ballad waiting to be sung.

He's not really good with words,
but for every 10 apologies,
he gives out a million i love you's to make up for it.

He's not really good with words
but every letter that slops out of his ink
sounds like the playing sonnets of Beethoven.

He's not really good with words
but his touch feels like warm coffee
on a drizzling sunday afternoon.

He's not really good with words,
but if actions could speak,
every space in his entire being would scream out her name.