Solely Wishing

I wish I could paint our love, but I'm no artist.
Capture the ease and intensities - a photographic mind -
Of all our moments and vibrant hues.

I wish I could swim into the ocean of your thoughts, but I'm no athlete.
You run a lap, encounter me where the sand meets the sea,
In a streamline drawn on the horizon.

I wish I could enounce what I feel, but I'm no valedictorian.
The perfection of my words is imperfect - standards, validations -
Caving in above the atmosphere, say "overachiever".

I wish I could play you the tune of my heart, but I'm no musician.
The sounds of a guitar, rough and smooth, airy and bright,
Parallels the resonance of plucking my strings.

I wish I could translate my emotions, but I'm no writer.
With a pencil of lead and graphite I stab the paper,
uncontrollably, I swear I'm trying.