And what should I write
That hasn't already been written
Should it be like a sonnet
About how I was smitten?
I want to write you the words
That would make Gods weep and demons cower
But my vocabulary is shot
And it hasn't much power
When I look upon you
I see indescribable beauty
But the thought of us together
Is more than unruly
To hold you would be
To hold the arc of the covenant
So far out of reach
But the thought in my head is redundant
These words make no sense
They are lost amongst the winds
Blowing by in an instance
As if from my lips they have never been
I wish I could go back
To the time when it was right
But that is something impossible
Since, for us, the right time is never right