Perfectly Imperfect Me

I wish I could find words to describe you.

I’ve learned Latin and can say “cow” in French. I’ve heard Italian, and read in Spanish. But I have yet to find any words in this world, strong enough to write poetry about you.

So the world,

Will never know you,

Because it’s words,

Are not ready for you,

Because you darling,

Are pure poetry in an alphabetic world.