"see me through poetry"

it's impossible to write a simple poem to describe the way his eyes look I could go on and on about the hues of green the only show when the most purest of light forms shine upon his skin or even the way his cheeks sprinkle like rain drops on a warm summer evening his voice the old sap song I've listened to for weeks but would never skip for it brings me back home I could say this all and you still wouldn't quite understand the way he makes me feel