I can't write poetry anymore.
There are no rhymes in my head.
No witty lyrics pop up
For me to use to compare your beauty to a flower
Or the moon.
Nothing that can be used to show how deep my love is for you.
Nothing to describe the way I feel when our skin touches and our breaths mingle.
It's all gone now.
And I feel like I'm letting you down.
Like the days in which I would woo you
Or sweep you off your feet with a romantic gesture are behind us.
Though I still try.
I know that you know that I love you.
I know that I've told you that my life is better off with you in it.
But how can I prove it
Without the eloquence of my former mind?
You are my everything.
You are my love.
But I can't write poetry anymore.
So I hope that my eyes can show you everything my words no longer can.