I often write you poems, but I want to write you songs.
Simple syllable structures do not adequately capture your complexities.
The staccato of careful couplets cannot convey your dulcet dynamism.
I would sing to you in bird squawks and animal growls;
My shy tongue unable enunciate your beauty.
Even in song, I would fail to articulate your significance to me.
You are pure symphony.
An orchestra would better capture the melodic cacophony of your perfect contradictions.
I would transpose words for notes and beats;
Encode emotion in a worthier form of art.
I would write refrains for us to hum together;
A new lexicon of love.
I want to write you songs but instead I write you poems
Knowing words alone, no matter how carefully arranged,
Will never quite be enough.