Nov 29
I've turned
the pages
maybe a hundred
times over
to write to
you
poetry from
my heart
and yet the
words fail me
and I'm left
with nothing
but the poem
that you are
more beautiful
than any language
can describe
and no book
can ever hold
you
all those pages
I'll write for you
shall never be
enough
for me to sing
to you
what it means
for me to see you
smile
