Sometimes when I look at you,
I can't find the words to
tell you what you mean to me.
So when I'm alone I try to
write a verse and it's hard
to even comprehend this love.
You leave me speechless;
words that often come easy
settle in the back of my mind.
I can't imagine containing
your love in a few stanzas,
not something I can summarize.
I try to stop thinking long
enough to let my heart do
the writing; then it flows.
I've never known a love like this.
When I think I'm not good enough,
you still cherish me in my mess.
Somehow you keep my fears at bay
and hold me through my tears,
reminding me this love is real.
I've barely scratched the surface
because this love runs deeper
than a internal rhyme scheme.
Truth be told it will take me
longer than a lifetime
to fit your love into a poem.
But I'll try even if it means
I'll be finding the words
for the rest of my days.