I was stuck between highlighting the start of this poem or the ending of it. Which, you do a great job connecting the two together.

And this is too true, you have a poet love you and we keep trying to make words emote are feelings for how we love you and the idiosyncratic ways we notice of little nuances we want to put into words what we see.

But somehow, words never seem to mold perfectly into the image, but maybe the imperfection of written versus our imagination is part of the fun to always be inspired.