If you were a word you would have no definition
How can one describe that which is indescribable
The breeze smells sweet when you walk by
When we clasp hands the warmth burns my soul in the best way
You say you're filled with darkness but I only see light
Brighter than the sun, it burns to look at you
But I wouldn't dare look away from something so beautiful
Everywhere we go is a land of milk and honey
You'll never be a word
Since I've turned you into poetry