I don’t know if I could ever describe you
In a way that would do you justice
And I don’t know how I could ever tell you
How I feel without sounding cliché
This book is filled with poems of you
But it never seems to work
The endearing qualities that belong to you
Are lost when I put them into words
When I try to talk about you
I always sound silly and childish
But there is so much more to you
Than I could ever hope to write
Every page could declare how I love you
But it still wouldn’t be enough
To tell the world of what makes you
That wonderful person I adore