"We Plow the Fields and Scatter the Good Seed on the Land..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

Quintessence

You are more beautiful than the emphasis of profanity.
  I don't want to modify you with an adjective;
  I just want your bright hair to fill you with wonder.
  I just want the wise curve of your mouth to bring you joy.
When I look at you I want to kiss you for no other reason
  than that you make me happy
  every time I see you.
  Every time.
I don't think you understand.
  A loose-leaf manila folder of words would never encompass you.
  A thorn of violent expression can't define you.
  I hope that's why you looked at me so strangely
  when I told you you
  were
Fucking gorgeous.