I want to write you
a beautiful poem,
and I want to
tell the world about
the color of your eyes,
and your passion;
about the shape of your
smile, and the curve of
your spine, and the way
your hair falls so
perfectly around
your soft shoulders, and
I want to draw comparisons
to the natural beauty in
life; so that you
might understand just
how much I adore you.
But I cannot lie.
I want to write of you, but
my heart is too painted
in shades of
apathetic grays
to ever find you
worthy of my words.