If I could write you with words
The way I thought of you
You would be complex and incomplete
Growing but always enough
Constant
And always beauteous

You would be authentic
And joyful
Causing clans to ululate a heavenly sound that shakes the earth with glorious thunder

You would be a white so pure titanium would be weak in the knees
You would be a torch that starts a wildfire
So bright the sun would envy and awake from its slumber in the night

Mighty waves of the sea would crash one on top of the other just to see what it is that you are

You would be a thing that makes everyone know that they are beautiful in a way that suggests ugly weren't a thing

Yet I know not what you are
And words are too shallow for the depths of you