poems of my unfortunate life

my sweetheart agian trying to spit game

There are no words to describe how beautiful she is,

or how special she is, or my love for her.

To put these things into words would be to define them,

To quantify them, which means to limit them.

There would be a beginning and an end.

There is no definition fitting, nor any limit,

nor beginning or end to her beauty,

or to how special she is, or my love for her.
trying to get my bestie and my sweetheart together don't y'all think they cute