Cursed be our Latin roots,
for our language is stricken with a deep poverty
There exists no words to describe what I feel for you
Boxing what I experience with you into 4 simple letters will never do you true justice
It pains me that my passion-stricken and teary-eyed confessions to you will never be able to convey all of my soul,
my poetry never able to open all of my mind to you
I will try nonetheless,
fighting a frustrating futility so that I may tell you everything I so deeply admire about every inch of you
There are no words,
yet I long for their presence like a fire’s warmth just out of reach,
for you deserve to feel as I do every time I’m entrapped into your...