You attempt to make clear that your genius is blatantly obvious yet hard to explain.
I stroll towards the champagne.
"Whats wrong? Am I being too plain?”
Your words hit like a train, causing intolerable pain.
The letters you manage to tie together tend to intoxicate my brain.
But I have promised myself that I would be nothing but honest, even in vain.
So I whisper affectionately to you in order to explain,
"Your words often remind me of acid rain."  
The reasons for your sentences are rarely found down the drain.
Except maybe to precipitate folks a great deal of pain.

The night is cold
The ground, dressed in a blanket of fresh snow.
She wears a dress, a feeling so new,
And he, a suit, tall and confident he stands.
When their eyes first meet,
Walls are broken
And not a single feeling can hide.
Every single hand holding them back,
Every second guess,
Every fear,
All vanish within the glance.
They were both lost
Within the expectations of the world
But now these walls of confusion have fallen,
And they are left in awe at the freedom they have.
She, so beautiful
He, so handsome
The night, so spectacular
This feeling, so raw.
It has only taken a glance at the windows to their souls
To realize how foolish it was
Trying to hide this feeling,
hide what was always meant to be.

Life is supposedly the eternal flower
That instantly wilts in your hands.
All of these efforts,
Followed by unexpected outcomes,
Messes with the mind.
The euphoric elements of our childhoods
Slip through the gaps between our fingers,
And we are introduced to reality,
Which we refer to as the things we despise,
And wish to run away from forever.
But no matter how far you run,
Or how deep you dream,
It will always find and catch you
And rid you from your happiness.