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.