Dialoguing a Car Ride

you asked me to paint the description of your imprint on my heart but i could not give you an answer on the spot i didn’t know how to paint with the flimsiness of mere, mortal words of a sun so beautiful in its own light, blinding in an endless stream of magnificence and splendour while the earth sprightly dances along in tandem, content to merely be in the shadow of its warmth so i nodded while grasping the wheel and told you succintly that words could not surmise how i felt towards you because i knew that you knew that we already know