Poetic. Words that feel like butter in your mouth as you recite them. They flow like a calm stream and can foam up like a swift river. Words that mean everything you have ever wanted to say, made up of metaphors and similes. Talking about apple pie and making everyone think of family.
You are gifted, you poetic person. I wish I had your skill to put words to a rhythm and make people emotional. To write something that makes people cry and want to hug someone.
I can't write like that. I wish I could, because it is so beautiful and makes everything in my head make sense. But I must rely on you special few that have that wonderful talent.
Please, don't stop.
