I'm half the person you are.
I make mistakes, you make hearts
with a single sultry stare.
You wanted a poem but in truth this won't be one.
I can't write about beauty, or power,
or a mind that is more beautiful and powerful
than anything I know.
So, I'm sorry Anna, but for the moment,
words fail me,
though they surround me,
Tuesday, November 3, 2009