Blank Cheque

I write to you as one of the ordinary
with feeble phrasing and loose rhymes
I spent the past few weeks looking for words
how do I capture your beauty this time?

With memorized words, you enthrall me
tickling the corners of my mind
I play a song
trying to do the same thing for you in kind

I'm lost
I'm a wreck
I've put my neck out
and written you a blank cheque

I watched Forrest Gump the other day.  What is it about that movie that just captures my imagination?  And do I feel so awful after because I'm jealous of all the great things Forrest got to do in his life?  I dunno.  Jenny where are you?  Peace out.