I'm not good with words,
in fact I'm horrible at it
I can never cope with the indecision to choose which words to use
or fuss over grammatical ratification
and I could never transition my thoughts into perfect little sentences

but the sun was shining so radiantly,
amplifying the contours of your face,
from your rich brown eyes,
to hair that looked so soft it shouldn't exist,
and at that moment I thought;
"if you could see yourself right now,
you'd be rendered speechless too,"