I haven’t written po’try in awhile.
I’ve been too busy doing other things.
But when I saw your sweet and lucid smile
I had to try to put words to your wings.
But how do I describe the way you laugh?
That belly-borrowed hoot by human owl —
And how do I explain the many maths
That greet me when I try to sate your scowl?
So try, might, I to put your grace to words,
I fail at this again, again, again.
It’s almost like my vision swiftly blurred
As soon as I applied my page to pen.
Instead, my words fall far short of your truth.
I can't describe your beauty or your youth.