Words fail
she takes my spirit beyond
my own knowledge

She is like everyone/everything
I've ever loved...
and she is so much more than this

And the slightest poem of her slightest movement
is what all the masters dreamed of and failed
to achieve

I'd give you every museum in the world for a look in her eyes
(every book in the world to embrace my beloved)
Poems fall at her feet and disappear

The buddhas turned away from themselves
because they did not know one such as her
they had to escape into nirvana,
enlightenment

I have no such
quandary