Us
Here I sit
day after day
struggling for
the words to say.
To tell the world
of how I feel.
to let them know
this time it's real.
I think of you,
your smile, your face,
and I long for
your warm embrace.
the way you giggle.
the way you snore,
the way I know
this time i'm sure
that you're the one,
in every way
I know this because
every day
you're there for me
you have my back,
you helped me
get my life on track.
But at loss of words
I still remain,
To others I
cannot explain,
This hold you have
around my heart
and how even when
we're not apart
I miss you and
your imperfections,
and all your ways
to show affection,
the way we've changed
the way we grow,
the world really
needs to know
the story of
our love and laughter,
perhaps our
happy ever after.
But language
limits our expression,
on something simple,
like a love confession
when emotions that
are so abstract,
are conditioned
to be packed
into mere letters
that fail to capture
the ecstacy
of this rapture,
I fail to
educate mankind
of the brilliance
of your heart and mind.
But in my own
I know the truth,
as we live with
no regret or ruth
I'll close the book,
I'll turn the page,
I'll bow before
I leave the stage.
Without ability
To tell
of how we love,
we love so well.
For its more than love
we understand,
as we head forward,
hand in hand.
And when the
final curtain falls,
and we escape
these structure walls,
we'll sign our names,
to what was scrawled,
our book of love,
published for all.
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