I Could WriteMature

I could write
a thousand poems
about the way
space doesn't compare
to you
or how
jealous the moon is
of your smile
Winter gets excited
to match your eyes
how the stars
make space for you,
the brightest star
the galaxy turns into a ballroom for you
dancing through planets
waltzing through black-holes
I could write about you
using every word I could
and nothing
none of it
would ever come close to
not a single word
or phrase
could ever
be close to

The End

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