A painting is passion mixed in
Acrillic Plastic pasted upon paper.
Photographs focus found
Phenomena in plates of particular potions.
Poetry pleads rhythmic prose
Picked per perfection
Yet none of this can describe you.
A relaxing river runs a
Rivalry to you.
A surreal sunset's similarity is a
Strong contender.
Fall's festive fervor holds a
Flame to compete,
Yet all run short of describing you.
You are the shore of a beach,
The gentle capped waves lapping at your feet.
You are the kiss of sunrise peaking over the mountains promising a new day
You are the first cool breeze on a warm autumn day.
You are the smell of fall foliage and
Fresh apple pies in the oven.
There is no one way to describe you,
Just a thousand things.
Almost as beautiful as you.
For a girl who will never read this. Recovering from a girl who could read this.
