To Describe You

I found you in a cover version of a song.
It was more beautiful than the original,
more emotional,
much better.
The notes were the same,
but the instruments—far more beautiful.

I found you in an old map.
It was handmade.
All the details—
meticulously crafted
by the most talented people.
Their hands must have trembled
with the weight of meaning
as they drew the lines that led to you.

Your name appeared
among the hidden books of an old bookstore.
It was the most epic history book I’d ever read.
No genre could truly capture you—
but still,
someone once tried.

To describe you,
one would need to learn
from the time when myths and legends merged,
from unspoiled natural wonders,
from rare and quiet landscapes,
from the greatest musicians of their era,
from artists who led entire movements,
from a ruler who opened a new age,
from people remembered
for the good they gave to the world.

Still,
I don’t know if even that would be enough
to describe you.
But even trying—
was beautiful.

The Poet Saw Her Will