Every time,
I sit down
To write
A love poem
For you,
My love,
I wonder
How can language
Ever capture
The essence
Of your beauty,
Of your charm,
Of your magic?
How can language
Paint the depth
Of your eyes,
And the rays
Of your smile?
How can language
Describe
The feelings,
The sentiments,
And the emotions
Deep inside,
And show you,
Exactly,
How I feel
About you?

Every time,
I sit down
To write
A love poem
For you,
My love,
I realize
How poor
Language is!
How shallow,
How weak,
Words are,
And style!

Every time,
I sit down
To write
A love poem
For you,
My love,
I wonder
And realize
That your charm
Is, simply,
Beyond the language
And above
All the words
And the style.
Yet,I write
In my poor,
Simple language,
Using shallow,
Humble words,
For writing
My love poems
For you,
My love,
Makes my life
Worthy to live,
Adds to it
A new meaning,
And provides
Me with
A purpose,
A vision,
And delight.