for Farah: TWENTY

to tell you how hard this all is to write and how i wish i did a better job [17]

i wish i had a better way,

to bottle up the things i have to say

like when children catch lightening bugs

and marvel at them.

i want you know how much i care,

how much i love you,

how i'm there

for you.

but i have trouble finding words

that are excellent enough

for all that you are.

some people could never be described,

with letters on a page,

or paint on a canvas.

their essence is too divine

for mortal hands to replicate.

and you, you are so human,

that i can't begin

to capture you.

like a butterfly,

i will not try to catch you

and damage your soft, colorful wings--

instead i'll watch you flutter by,

and i'll remember the moment when time froze

and i was happy.