Impossibilities

It is not
that I won't
but that I can't describe
the depths of my feeling.
It it impossible.
A million poets
could write
for a million years.
And they could do what I cannot.
They would put it
in words,
and describe perfectly
the how and why,
the reasons,
and each beat of my heart.
And yet still,
they would lack something,
as they would find only
a fraction
of you.