For D.

A million words, of this
native language or of the
exotic tongues of lands I
have yet to travel, arranged
in an infinite pattern of
commas, ellipses, and full stops,
could never capture the way
you walk into a room.

And yet, here I am,
foolishly attempting
to explain what only
the eyes can behold.
Darling, what I mean
to say here, is that you
take my breath away.