Why I Have Not Written About You

You might be wondering why I have not written about you,

It's because you're real, because I can touch your smooth skin with my hands,

And I don't have to imagine the way your eyes light up when you feel passion or

What you smell like on a Sunday morning, because you're solid; made of bone, flesh.

And your beauty cannot be explained fully by all the words in my vocabulary,

I have not written about you because you're not a poem,

You're not a figment of my crazy and wild imagination,

You're in front of me,

I don't need to bridge the distance with my mind,

I have not written about you because I don't need to,

You're more beautiful and mind blowing than anything I could ever imagine or write about,

The real story about us keeps coming out better that we don't need to invent a happy ending,

Because even the calmness and silence in our story remain fascinating.

I have not written about you because I don't want to change your personality,

I don't want to re-invent you as someone perfect, I love you with your natural flaws,

I don't want to make you a character, I want your humanity-your inner strength, your mind and your way of doing things,

You're special, I don't want you to become another story, another person it didn't work out with,

I have not written about you because the real person you are is already enough.

And quite honestly, I couldn't have possibly dreamt of someone better than you.