How do I articulate,
This image of you,
In my heart?

Do I embrace them cliches,
And tell you that you're beautiful?
Or tear the ground with my nails,
And pick pretty pink words,
And arrange them in a poem for you?

Or do I walk past in silence,
Because I would rather leave you
Unscathed by words?

I wish I could simply take your hand,
And plunge it into my heart,
And leave these words aside.