If I were to describe what you look like it wouldn’t be that simple or that general.
It would be how the sun doesn’t break off your skin. It melts into it, mixing hues of tan and dusty red and bronze and orange that radiates warm glows back into the air around you.
It would be how the hollows of your face hold midafternoon light when you’re walking along the sand.
Or how your eyes are such a deep darkness that when night falls they must surely reflect a sea of the whole thousand stars our sky can hold.
How the crevice the dimple on your left cheek forms when you smirk is just the right fit for my tiny thumb.
How I could trace every curve and minute detail of your body and there would still be a million things to find astounding about you.
How I never get to look at you enough.
You are an infinite universe of beautiful detail that expands each and every day.
I am a finite person grasping aimlessly at your shining inexistent edges.
I will never reach you or your splendor.
How could I ever attempt to describe you?
I would never do you justice.
My unending, unreachable, fickle love,
All I may give you is this sorry attempt,
And my deepest apology,
I will forever be in awe of the universe that is you.

Sincerely,
A receding wave brimming with sea foam, hope, and salty tears.