Words

I'm surrounded by them,

Yet none come to mind

To describe the way you look

Or the way you make me feel.

I'm wordless and

It's quite uncomfortable

You see, I'm a writer.

I'm supposed to be full of words.

I'm supposed to be eloquent.

But when you come around

I get tongue-tied and nervous,

I stutter and blush.

And what do you do?

You laugh.

And I laugh too,

'Cause we both know

What I'm trying to say