Look, I am not a rapper,
But I could rattle off a million rhymes about the way you look tonight,
The way your "messy" hair hugs your face as I would love to with my hands,
The way your lips always curl up at the ends when I speak,
The way your gentle hands find their way to mine in any circumstance,
The way your chocolate brown eyes shine brightly even in the dim lighting of the cafe.
I am not a traveler,
But I will navigate my way across every inch of your skin,
Etching every detail into my memory,
The Big Island shaped birthmark on the small of your back,
The scattered freckles on your cheeks,
making a map of you.
I am not a reader,
But I will spend the rest of my life following the pages of your life,
I am not a mathematician,
But I will constantly be
the best way to make you smile.
I am not a composer,
But when I look at you,
Symphonies and Concertos Bach and Mozart could never even imagine,
Are all I hear.
I am not a poet,
But you make impossible not to be.