A simple question that you ask–
It must seem strange I’m fumbling the task–
they are my people after all,
and yet I find that love has built a wall
that language cannot penetrate.
I am not fluent in the ways–
how do you wrestle people to a phrase,
confining complex spirits to
mere words? The strong words crack like weak ones do
beneath extraordinary weight.
I know the silence will condemn,
but what are adjectives compared to them?
“Amusing,” “friendly,” “kind,” or “smart,”
like bodies without souls–reduce the heart
from novelty to clone-like fate.
So take this answer and forgive.
My meager words do not have breath to live
as splendidly as humans can.
Just know the ones I love are rarer than
the empty words I could relate.