if i could
find the words
to explain what
a single thought
of you does
to my heart
i would never need
to scribble
another poem again

but capturing this
groundswell of devotion
is as impossible as
describing the sunrise
to a weary mole

some emotions
are best kept fluttering
in my ribcage
far from the watercolors
in depressive woes
that filter down
from my broken mind
unmarred by my lackings
left pure and innocent
the golden peals of love
in my quickened pulse