when the heart beats so hard for a lover the lips long to give words to describe how she is everything and the only yet i am rendered mute captivated, breathless i decide to write to share with her my soul's overflowing you are heaven-formed perfection lithe and sprightly as magic dancing in the air and i wrote word after word seeking to describe her every physical exquisiteness my hand seized in mid sentence what was I doing? All these words, so limiting only describing what I see with my eyes What an injustice to her! for I wish to describe a beauty beyond words using mere words ordinary phrases, cliches in doing so I realized I was reducing her to an ideal, an object i sat, disgusted with myself to turn a paradise-born angel into a mere human injustice how could i compel my lover's attention if i made her like every other woman I began to thik more deeply of her wonder her capacity to love her powerfulness and certainty discerning, deep, melancholic her displays of compassion on each person she encountered again, i gave pause yes, was these things and so many more still, frail, weak words to ascribe to her my heart grew heavy how could i ever tell her of the wonder she was in my eyes how she quickened my pulse illuminated my nights infused me with hope how could I explain that she was the rapture beyond rapturous the joy far surpassing joyousness the wonder exceeding amazement the longing transcending passion how could i find the words when i stumble to find them to pen and this is her essence a beauty beyond all words so i must speak to her in one way alone silently my words unheard will be written with action i will write sentences of devotion paragraphs of commitment pages of faithfulness books of affection day after day after endless days i will write unceasingly and she will read upon my every act the love that will bring her to tears tears of happiness she never imagined possible I will be her forever scribe writing a romance beyond words