You

I have not yet written about you,
For I am not sure of what to say.
Is there really words that exist
To describe you at all in any way?

I can picture your eyes, your face,
And tell you of colour, each line,
But to tell anyone of your expression
Or that look, smile that's only mine

Is impossible. There are no words;
Like the struggle to verbalise emotion.
I can only speak of what others have said,
Of my love, my friend, my devotion.

And, your embrace, the way you know
How to hold me, that personal touch.
Every word you speak, everything you do,
It is you who will always mean so much.