You are so special, if I could count the traces of your graces

 You must know, infinity would be the only justified answer

You are so special, if I could picture the "limits" of your dreams

You must know, the limitless sky is where I would point

You are so special, if I could sing the chapters of your life

You must know, the music to those lyrics would buzz forever

You are so special, if I could paint the freshness of your life

You must know, my paint brush would need to be dipped

In the raw colors of nature and yet, these words float pass your ear,

Because I like the many, can never see through the eyes

That slowly decide to shut forever,

Because I like the many can never hear the quiet,

Noiseless screams bursting in your heart,

Because I like the many, can never understand the 'coded' cry for help,

Because I like the many, sketch the 'beauty of your life' with my own lens and judgments,

And while I vainly search the best words for 'your special life'

You decide, your feet can no longer take the next step,

Your hand can no longer write the next line,

Your lips can no longer draw the smile

And I question like the many, 'Why did I never see the LAST SMILE'?