Words are what I always have.
They stay with me,
And I use them to create.
My words are constant.
Vowels and consonants are my companions.
And yet, I'm somehow at a loss for them.
They cannot describe how my stomach twists and a smile grows on my face.
They cannot explain how a fox has stolen my heart
With his hazel eyes and vibrant hair.
I lack the words to form this emotion.
