30. I Lost My Words

My dear,

Among the colors, you're not black nor white.
You're gray.
From all the shapes.
You are shapeless.
You're not sweet nor bitter. Nor its mixture.
You're insipid.
I'm not anxious to tell who you are.
It's your mind I want to swim in.
It's your soul I want to dance with.
It's your heart I want to sing along with.
So I can see through your eyes.
I can walk in your shoes.
Scream with your lips.
Use your ear to listen.
And have thoughts from your brain.

Because I am clueless,
And completely lost in every way of you.

Love,
Your dearie.