Heart of Rock and Roll

More often than not
I know what to say
But for some reason
When it comes to you
Words allude me.

I can see your beauty
I observe both the delicacy
And the brashness
Of your movements
Your words, your thoughts

But I fail to pour
These observations
into a vessel
Where it can ferment into poetry.

But watching you
keep the beat
Along with the band
With your hand on your heart
I wish I made music
You could love like that.