I wish words would not elude me,

I can only yearn that they paint

What is at the roots of my heart

~I'm hopeless~

Shoveling up profound descriptions

To satisfy my amazement

Wanting to pin words

To her existence

To describe what I gaze upon

Cause I simply cannot comprehend

Why she is so beautiful

Trauma should have tainted her skin

It should have damaged her soul

It should have broken her into pieces

~~~

But, in her blue eyes, I see strength

Crystal blue waves, rushing into my soul

When she stares at me

And her tears fall

It's beauty and heartbreak wrapped into one

I quiver and want nothing more

Than her soft warm embrace

~~~

Her voice saturates me

A sweet comforting song

Filling me to relaxation

Her pale skin, soft as cotton

Smooth and silky

Drawing me in to love's sleep

And I can't resist

~~~

She has a moonlight personality

Bright, but soft

Quiet yet powerful

And I'm stuck in harmony

Ever since I fell into this addiction

Of her

~~~

Some say cliche

But what is to be expected, when the English language through it's boundaries, confines my ability to describe her beauty. She exists beyond any depth of measurement, whether by word or number.