It’s hard to write a song about you

So many have already tried

Someone called it spring unfolding

Someone said your smile was light

Every precious thing has been compared

To someone like you before

You don’t rush to speak your colors

You don't bloom like they expect

Even beauty feels too simple

Even "love"—not quite correct

All the metaphors, soft and golden

Somehow fall just short

So I sit in quiet wonder

Let the silence do its part

All the words were taken

But I still feel you in my heart

You’re not a flower, not a flame

Not a season I can name

You're the space between the notes

The hush in songs we never wrote

And even when I don’t know how

I just know I want to sing of you

You’re not a flower, not a flame

You’re the whisper in the rain

You're the warmth I almost missed

The meaning hiding in a kiss

And even when I don’t know how

Still, I want to sing—

I just want to sing of you now