Is like Haiku
few words with grand sky
just me and you. 

Is like a sonnet with rhythm and rhyme 
and beautiful sunsets revealed in time

In couplets of perfect harmony
letting each other know who we’ll be

Is like a free verse with no sense
no rhyme, just flowing feelings
of fear, of pride, of hidden
reason, and silly distractions
and experiences all not alike. 

I see not as words on a page
not as a novel to be read
Nor as poetry to be felt 

But something more ethereal 
something with tentacles touching
the universe, touching all of us

If we only had the words.