i find that most poets write about their lovers eyes, or the way they say their name.
these have never meant much to me, not compared to you.
i could say your eyes are like the rouge oceans, or unruly storms.
i could say your voice was the calmest song to exist, or compare it to a sip of whiskey.
i could say all these things about you and they would be true.
but if im being honest, no words will ever be able to describe how perfectly imperfect you are.