I was always good with words but
never good enough when it came to you
I was unable to utter the words I
meant or the phrases I intended
The beauty of the butterflies,
the one that the world almost crashed
I have felt the unwavering urge
to write every feeling down
The way it felt when I saw you
for the very first time
And the way it felt when you set
your eyes on me that first time
And I would never forget my first
time because it was divine
A small tad of disgrace was
swiftly wiped away by your grace
The way you walked, smiled,
talked, even the way you murmured made me mutter
Imperfections and perfections
seemed like two words distinctly close
I felt the weight of the world by
the little sentiments that were feelings
You were unlike any other I had
ever seen and yet I had known you differently
But then again, butterflies fly
away and you were a beauty on the run
So I decided to count the days,
pick dates, and paint the present
A fine work of art, a masterpiece
well carved by the gods
Your beauty is undeniable and your
astounding nature is irretrievably attractive
The rare thoughts of love became
the only thoughts I ever knew
The constant need to run
disappeared the first time our hands interlocked
The darkness in my soul and the
void in my heart encompassed a shred of tenderness
The lonely nights were replaced
by the thoughts of a future with this one girl
The voices in my head and the
exchanged glances in my thoughts
The dark nights turned into a
holy place to make wishes about you
Then days passed by and the
moments we spent went down in my journal
The never-ending desire to hold
your hands through every sunset
The constant urge to watch the
first rays of the sun by your side
The drive to paint you glowing by
the dark rifts and ridges
But this fairy tale lacks the
potential of a happy ending
