Ashes

“The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.”

William Wordsworth
In the reflection of
Your elegance
I feel clumsy
The poet's words that flow
So easily...
Twist in the wind
Of your beauty
They freeze in my throat
And I choke on them
There are so many things
I need to say to you
But the syllables ignite
In the heat of your glow
And I am left speechless and 
Covered in their ashes