You can fill a room with poets
to define a word.
Tell them, "Fill your pages
With sentimental slurs."
Of hopes and dreams and wishes,
of light and friends and laughter.
Of different ways to sing out loud
and the way you feel right after.
But never have I come across
a poem that can do
all the things that happen
when I get close to you.
My eyes get caught, as does my breath,
my heart beats twice as fast.
I leave my mind, forget to speak
While the time drives past.
Then you move and I can see
it cannot last forever,
but at least I get a little time
and am not left with never.
Why is it that when my thoughts
begin to become clear,
I picture the two of us
infinitely near?
So I clear the webs and I confess
that what you've read above
was not meant as a poem,
but as a note of love.
I see a room of poets,
trying to capture truth
and never really finding it;
The love I hide for you.