Perched upon my keyboard,
eager and ready to write,
my hands are unwilling
to move.

I can never think of
the right words
to say how perfect you are

without making them sound
like everything I've ever written.

I am ashamed that I have ever even
thought that I cared about
anyone else
in comparison to how I feel
when I see your face.

So I quit writing
Because I have nothing to say.
Not because you've given me nothing to feel
but because you have left me
permanently speechless.