I'm at a loss for words...
I can't think of a thing about you
that I haven't already portayed in poetry.
Yet something draws me to keep trying.

Let's see.
I've written about your beauty.
And the grace in which you present yourself.
I've written about your intelligence.
And the way you always out-think me
I've written about the undeniable skill you possess
to make me happy.
And the way I feel when I make you smile.
I've written about the love I have for you.
Before and after you knew about it.
I've written about how I feel when you aren't around.
And how I feel when you are.
I've written about how we met.
And how we meet.
I've written about watching you sleep at night.
And watching you wake up in the morning.

So I'm stuck
at 2am
staring at a blank screen.
Briefly I stop and listen to some music.
I let the beautiful melodies
of Buckethead playing Hills of Eternity
bathe my mind with thoughts of you.
I stare at your pictures.
Funny ones,
Happy ones,
Sad ones.
Looking for one thing IN you
that I haven't already expressed TO you.

Then I realize that I can't expect
to always have something to write about.
I begin to understand that I can say more to you
just by staring into your pale innocent eyes.
Speechless, wordless, thoughtless.
And I can let you know exactly how I feel
by gently holding you
or softly tracing your face with my fingertips.

I feel as though, by stressing over writing
I am taking the simple things for granted.
When I'm up
worrying about finding something to write
I am missing valuable sleep.
The kind of sleep that hurries the night away
and welcomes the new day.
A day in which I will get to cleanse myself in your presence.
The kind of sleep that makes me dream.
Dream about all the things which you possess
that have already fell victim to my poetic mind.
Dreams you don't want to wake up from.

So I retire to my cold, dark sanctuary.
I climb in bed and curl up in a ball.
I place my head on the edge of my pillow,
and stare at the depression in my bed
from where you slept last.
I grab the your pillow,
still warm with the love you left behind,
cuddle with it,
and wait.
Wait for that blissful moment
in which I will leave the corporeal world,
and enter the fantasy world.
The world in which I will, again,
meet your ethereal counterpart.
The mirror image of you that I keep in my mind.
The one I love in thought form.
My lovely princess of illusion.
 
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