Picture it:
a silver castle
high as a falcon’s eye
and within,
shelf upon shelf of books
filled with poems
essays and stories
all about, dedicated
or inspired by you.
Words meant to woo,
expressions of appreciation
each and every sheet
in honor of you.

That’s what I want to create.
That’s what I wish to build
a monument to you
made of the only materials I have available
composed from my care.
But even words
the only cool tool in my big ass box of tricks
fail to create the dynasty of devotion
I hope for you to see.

So
if you would just imagine
what I want you to experience
if only in my imagination
I would hope you believe
that I would do this
if I could find the ability
to best capture you.