Lost In Translation

The love that we feel running through our veins
The happiness we get when hearts win over brains
The joy of inventing something after years of toil
The anger of betrayal that makes our blood boil.

Feelings like these and many more
Moments that pass never to encore
Moments of lows, moments of highs.
A small spark that touches our lives.
Moments like these are far and few
But these build the person called you.

And when you try to capture anew
The essence of the person that is you
Words fail to do a decent justice
Even though you may have years of practice.
Words can only describe how the world perceives you
But beyond words is the one that resides in you.

Like a foreign language book that conveys the story
Yet somehow looses the native's essence and beauty
Words that describe you is just an imagination
For the real you is somewhere lost in translation.