How can I express the inexpressible? <br />Paint with words a portrait of my heart <br />when I think of you - <br />Not the pulsing muscle <br />pumping blood <br />but the whirling center <br />of feeling itself? <br /> <br />Descriptions fail; <br />though I might compare you <br />to a day in late Spring <br />when life bursts forth <br />changeable as <br />weather in early June. <br /> <br />I could tell you how <br />I fell, helpless, beneath your gaze, <br />my heart willing captive <br />to laughing eyes & winsome smile. <br />How it sings when we speak; <br />how I remain in thrall <br />held by the beauty of your spirit; <br />how it longs for your presence <br />in more than memory <br />or a disembodied voice <br />in the ether. <br /> <br />I could tell you all this <br />& so much more <br />it could fill volumes <br />& still not suffice. <br />Just know this: <br /> <br />My heart has made its choice <br />& I, its rapt & hopeless slave, <br />can only surrender & obey. <br /> <br />(Copyright 12/30/2005)<br /><br />Hugh Cobb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-s-song-the-inadequacy-of-words/
