|I canít say all these thoughts swarming in my mind
Like a hive of angry bees.
I canít describe what I see
When I look at the world.
Or pencils arenít enough to
Accurately show you what I see,
What I think,
What I feel.
Thereís no color to describe or show the color of
My belovedís eyes.
Thereís no word to adequately tell you
What a sweet Gala apple tastes like to me.
And there arenít nearly enough words,
To properly tell you how I feel,
Or show you the world inside my head.
The colors thereÖ
Are non-existent in the real world.
How can one find words to describe
Maybe by using metaphors,
You could get the idea.
But it still leaves one wanting moreÖ
It isnít enough to just get the idea.
I wish there was a way to show you
What I see,
Whatís in my mind racing towards the surface
There will be a time when I can show,
not just one person,
but the world,
And by being a poet,
I can look for,
Some new ways of painting
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