I wish poetry could flow from my lips
Delicate and simple; natural like
The way your hair flows with the wind.

And i would use the words given to me
To tell of the sloping curve of your neck
And the exact hue of that freckle on your shoulder.

If i were one of the great poets
I would write a hundred sonnets to your name
Until the mountains exploded- leaving flowers instead of ash

And you would listen and understand
The simple truth that lay within my words
That you are beautiful and precious my love.