Our Love '06

Sunday afternoon wrapped up comfortably Curled with cushions of my favourite chair Silk lined pages to write speeches upon Ready with passion to over spill my cup A river ready to run away with itself Overwhelming expressions of love Our love Burnt raw fingers blackened with ink Gripping too tightly to the pen But still no reasons why I love you No script to reason the ‘way’ No quotes to write down Of places in which we found love Our love Two words spoken and I am closed again Blocked and blank at such a meaning No words in which to convey No depth to regurgitate, nothing Just knowledge that I’m sure, I’m certain I loved you for only just because And this was our love.