What I Could Not Tell You

How much I love you.

I struggle for comparisons

like the first man to see

the Northern Lights.

I need a new vocabulary.

I need more experience.

I need a chorus to utter

it all in one rich chord.

How beautiful you are.

My tongue is stopped

by confusion.

I stammer. I repeat myself.

I signal with my hands,

newly mute.

I try to write;

my fingers fail,

my vision fails,

the pen melts.

Take these babbled messages.

Tell me to shut up and kiss you.

It is all I can do. It is all I can do.