I try, and try, and try, to unlock what's in my mind,
But no matter the words and combinations,
Nothing concrete takes form upon the paper.

I seem to have these unreal expectations that,
Like a great sculptor or painter, I
Will be able to flawlessly recreate every curve and
Every line of your face and body.

Worse, in my attempt I hope
To encompass what resides behind those gorgeous brown eyes,
Willing my words to replicate what makes you that one
I find so compellingly complex and special,
So different from the rest,
Who - in the simple act of being - makes me throw caution to the wind.

To think about you in this vein
Creates in me a block, a fuzz, a haze,
And my words cannot escape my brain to the page.

I sit here and think how I find everything about you as
Amazing, brilliant, wonderful - Vague -
But when I try to pinpoint words and exactly why,
I am lost beyond all and less than none, so
I will simply choose one -
You.