I would never think of writing about how I'd rather listen to you talk about what you thought love was in place of making dinner I have found myself shrinking from lack of sufficient vitamins and I would never think of writing about how your lips curve so splendidly when you smile how your teeth carry a night light that brightens even the deepest darkness I would never think of writing about how your eyes are deeper than the pacific deeper than any ocean ever to have existed the blue is blinding your eyes carry a delicious color that reminds me of an old swing set I used to have and I would never think of writing about love love is something so dear and fragile that my words do not have the capacity to begin to attempt to explain it love is sweet and gentle love is not what you would expect but when you meet love, love is not disappointing I would never think of writing about love simply because all I would be able to write about is you