I tried to write of you today with intricate words;
Unhurried, sentimental, beautiful.
I thought they could be mirrors,
A reflection of you.
Somehow though, they resound with hollow emptiness,
Ringing of my failure in their incompleteness.
I know now that you can not be caged
With pretty words girded with affection.
You are free and full.
I can only speak to you silently with my soul.