Picture trouble

I sometimes think of writing about you

The poet's muse or a lover's excuse !

Your familiar smile and the make-up, just alright

Never ending phone calls and late night messages

You to me can't be defined through few words ..

Maybe passages, or many paragraphs, I don't know how many

When its about you, nothing seems to be aplenty !

Interesting are your thoughts, pleasant and soothing, depressing and bruising ..

I look at your picture and can't write a word I look away and I'm at loss for words

Maybe I cant write about you, you're perfect only as a muse or an excuse !