I have tried before only to fail,
Did you know that against your effervescence
no song is enough and poems pale?
You walk by, radiant in that summer dress
& I'm caught in mesmeric monsoon's gale,
with a heart that's been waiting too long to confess
what some say was never hidden under the veil
And you wouldn't have to take a guess,
because no one has come close to tip the scales
but if you'll sift through my seemingly uncaring mess,
in the whisper of my every exhale,
You'll find the answer has always been an unyielding, "Yes!"