Describing my love for you |
My feeble words are made of toothpicks When I try to describe my love for you, On my best thinking day I am able to connect these tiny pieces One by one, end to end And build a monument to you. My thoughts turn to you with each waking second Your essence fills me with grandeur and goodness A vision of your sunshine warms me With the rays of your beaming smile, The curl of your lips, the flash of your teeth Floods my every sense with the wondrous scent of your love I can only tremble timidly Hoping I don't burst my skin at the seams. My feeble words stutter off my tongue Their inability to define your spirit Is as harsh as a gross mispronunciation, Inaccurate as though my illness is an icing of the mind Inept as if I attempt to lather my language with luscious words I can not speak. So, I close my eyes and try to imagine Images that would closely crop your beauty, I see a sanctuary of sandy beaches A gentle breeze waving through shiny, bouncy, lively hair, As I gaze, I float on top of air And enter the most exquisite gardens of wild orchids Their petals beaming proudly As they stand at attention to help the gazing admire Their sharp hues lavish and lush, The plentitude of hue more astonishing than The beauty of a rainbow rolling across the sky. My skinny sticks are constructed An homage of my love, They fill the sky with splendor Overfilling the lines of it's bounderies My stutter remains, And those frisky phonetics still glue themselves I may not be able to communicate it My utterances are still incomprehensible But my heart beats wildly at your essence, My soul expands across oceans And I know that my love for you can funtion without sense. |