however when writing a poem for you
and i've already written many
there is not enough room.
there are parameters to my poetry
and you
like the expanding universe cannot fit easily.
my dear,
there is no word for how my heart swells.
your concentration fascinates me
and i love listening to you breathe.
but there's not enough room for you here.
words on page, cannot begin to describe you
or even, how i feel.
you, the expanding universe,
my dear,
are never ending,
a string of words, a binary code.
but i try and commit you to paper.
and i admit, it's hard.