The Quest

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