As much as I wish to utter words,
They are gone from my mind, replaced by an
Incredibly intense sigh of wonder.
The sort of sigh you may think is unjust.

I can stare at the walls, at these sheets but
Nothing is complete.
You see, there it is. The first rhyme and the last.
The unnecessary rambling of my mind.

I wish to tell you, yet I wish to show you
I want what I fear is the impossible.
The implausible and the unimaginable.
Is that what crazy is, for me or for us?

Yes, you. Only you.
This may not be brilliant but it is inspired.
Inspired by you and you alone, you
Impossible man.

You exist, and you are real. Vividly real.
Forgive my lack of complex language.
I resort to simplicity when I feel so alive,
My descriptions compare not to the real thing.

Perhaps I am not all that bright, is that
Another unfair comparison?
I am not like the others, I am myself.
Is this too much? Too little?

I know myself, this sounds too good to be true.
I will read this back, make alterations and
Maybe it can’t be improved, but what could I change?
Perfection is at it’s best when raw.