Clumsy juggler

I would like to be the poet who handles words with the grace of a dance, but I'm more of a clumsy juggler.

Every word I say feels like an awkward attempt to capture the infinity of what I feel.

Maybe I'm like a feather carried by the wind of your thoughts, unable to predict where I'll land.

But even in this uncertainty, I want you to know that every sentence I write is a sincere attempt to tell you that you are the melody softening the chaotic noise of my life.

With all the clumsiness of a tightrope walker on a fragile wire, I declare from the deepest part of me that you are the poem I never knew how to write properly, but feel intensely.