It's funny to think
that I try to make you sound
beautiful with words.

Just the attempt in
itself is ridiculous.
I must be crazy.

Nothing could compare
to the beauty you possess.
Extraordinary.

Your eyes shine with joy.
I can see your soul through their
bright, brown brilliance.

Your long, dark hair flows
smoothly down your tiny back.
Your fingers twirl through.

Your radiant smile
sends shivers down my backbone.
I need you with me.

I think I'm crazy
because I still try to put
your beauty in words.

I can't make art out
of a masterpiece. It is
madness to attempt.