Love Is Not Enough

Been staring at this page so long my eyes are desert dry A mound of balled up brainstorming now standing 4 foot high I've searched in several languages for a bigger word than 'love' Then even tried to form my own, but nothing sounds enough It feels my tongue is swollen, I've a beak instead of lips I give myself a telling off and try to get a grip Avert my eyes back to the page and try to let this out Push to the back of my mind the debating and doubt Still, love and lust and fancy, even adoration Cherish, captivation, fervor and devotion are words of insignificance, insufficient meaning What happens if I never find a word to fit this feeling? I'll sit til I design a word I deem appropriate Describes the sicky, floaty, fluff I gathered in my gut Even if it takes all day, all night, until next year Won't fail my expedition of explaining how I feel 5th October 2011 *This is the first pure love poem I could find that I'd written that wasn't tainted. I have plenty of writes of lost love or heartbreak, but this is the most innocent*