I want this poem to be about you
but I don't think it would do you justice
I don't think that the words I use
Could ever be enough to tell you the truth
And even if I were to spread
To other languages I bet
I still wouldn't be able to
Find any words to describe you
In Italian bella doesn't mean enough
In Latin praeclara is still to rough
Your more than any words can define
And I am so glad that you are mine
No one else could light midnight skies
With just the use of their blue green eyes
And roses are so scared to bloom
They're jealous of your sweet perfume
I rather focus in on your silhouette
And treat you like your Juliet
When you are in my sight, I can not see
The rest of the world seems blurry to me
I guess what I'm trying to say
I think about you everyday
I know these words are feeble at best
and probably won't ever impress
I've failed because when it comes to you
The most intense words won't even do
 
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