I want to write a poem about him
About how absolutely perfect he is
About how his smile makes me melt
And every time I see him time stands still

But I can't

People who read could never understand
The most painful time without him
Is the week after he leaves me
And the three days before he returns
Everything in between is only a little less excruciating

I just can't

His beauty really surpasses all others:
Soft hair, the color of a morning sunrise
Eyes the color of a blue bird's egg
A body chiseled by gods

How can I?

The way he talks is almost foreign
Never have I met a more intelligent person
To be treated like an equal is refreshing
He doesn't know he is terrific, perfect, stunning.

I won't ever do him justice.