adult beverages=bad, bad poetry

All for the lack of a poetic soul

I have no beautiful way to say, “I love you”

No way my passions to extol

Give voice to thoughts long overdue

I can’t describe your laugh, your smile

The way you walk when no one’s looking

I love your attitude, I love your style

And, nine times out of ten, I even love your cooking

I lack the words to adequately express

And I’ll admit – I have to say

Too often I have failed to address

My love for you in even the plainest way