i want to read you
cover to cover
but for the first time
i find it so difficult
to read
so often i have tried
to copy you down
but my pen and paper
do not know the words
that fit you
the way you deserve

i want to hear you
beginning to end
so often i have tried
to find the song
that sounds as sweet as you
but the notes and rhythms
cannot compose a melody
that fits you
the way you deserve

i want to see you
frame to frame
every brushstroke and hue
that are ingrained
in your composition
so often i have tried
to paint your lovely temperament
but this paintbrush and canvas
cannot quite capture a picture
that fits you
the way you deserve

my fruitless attempts at replicating
the art that is you
have only taught me
that in the end
it is solely
reality
that fits you