I thought my words
about you are to be
simply sugar-coated,
a poem from the depths
of my vocabulary;
God, I was wrong.

My hands were filled with zeal,
rushing to erase and trace letters into words,
for once I thought love was ink
running on paper;
God, I was wrong.

I thought for a moment that
you are a word in paragraphs; in stanzas;
But you are the epitome
of poetry.