Struggle.

I don't know how to put this.
I find you so...
You are so very, very...

I have never met such a lovely person.
One who can strike a pose with such structure
Who can bat their lashes and receive the gifts and wonders of the world.
You are the type of person who just...
You really, really are...

The words are not solid
For they swim in a pool of so many unspoken compliments
They develop in my stomach and wrap tightly around my neck.
The only thing I can manage is a sheepish smile
For such a beautiful...
You honestly, honestly...

You make me struggle.
Struggle to find the words to describe our connection.

And I wonder how life would be if I didn't struggle every day
Attempting to fish out words to make you smile and what makes me happy.
Life would obviously be much too easy.