I could talk about how you caught my eye

Like an insomniac catches the cold

But how cliche

I could talk about the whimsy in your eyes

The way they light up 

When you speak passionately

But how cliche

I could talk about how you taste like home
Where I could sleep in peace forever

But how cliche

How can one go on?

When miles of words are already written

When thoughts have already been thought
When feelings have already been felt

When beauty has already been beheld?

I hate being optimistic

But everything has already been written

How could my metaphors be any different?

But it makes sense

Because darling,

I cannot think of any word that describes you,
To me

Even our vast vernacular

Cannot contain my emotional state

For you look of a color never seen

A flower never felt

And a song yet to be heard

Simply put

I can’t describe you

You’re not beyond beautiful 

You’re beyond words