I wish I could write the poem your eyes dictate.
I wish, but I try, and every last word dissipates.
I suffer the risk of drowning in life’s deep end
by fishing for words that will describe them.
I wish I could grasp the poetry your breath sings
I try, and words fly, they suddenly have wings,
I dive from the clouds in search of a phrase
that will, said out loud, decipher your face.
I wish there were words to write the sensation
of having no resource to explain emotion…
I wish I could write the poem in your eyes
I’ve tried, but I fail, and yet again, I try.