Not Twelve

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.