just write: refuse to be defined.

I do not think that words exist
for what you are to me
I’ve read many books front to back
and I have yet to see


a word that fully captures
the way I feel when I’m with you
or the comfort that’s in knowing 
that you feel the same thing, too


just like there’s no word for what you feel
when you’re surrounded by the stars
or for how peaceful it is to fall asleep
to the sounds of passing cars


it’s like the stillness before the thunder
or the way summer slows down time
sometimes the greatest things in life
refuse to be defined.