Better than nothing

I feel you
charging with little intent.

In my head,
I imagine your movement.

Underneath the shadow of your articulate stature,
There hides a sadness.
An incessant longing (loving)
no fame
no fortune,
no distraction could disguise.

So I write these words,
with meaning,
and intent.

Let me flatter your mind.
For it is all I have for now.

How many words would it take?
To show you the true meaning

Of love, beauty and
passion.

Perhaps words aren't enough?

Perhaps they are better than
nothing.