What things could I possibly write,
To paint a glimpse of what I feel.
No existing word seems to be right,
No existing thought appears ideal.
Pushing outwards with immense force
Filling my heart, it overflowed.
Gaze at you with great remorse;
Unable to make this chaos into an ode.
How could anyone ever describe you?
No sentence, no letters ever could.
For shame, it would be sinful to try to
And so, speechless before you I stood.
If only you knew how my soul is burning.
Into my blissful torture you are turning.
