I've sat here
with thousands of thoughts
racing through my mind,
infinite reasons I love you,
none of them written on paper.
The truth is,
no page could hold what I feel for you.
Ink dries too quickly,
and words stumble,
they shrink the vastness of it
into something small enough to read.
How do I explain a love
that cannot be described,
only felt?
It's in the way your name feels
like home on my tongue,
and how my heart lights up
in the presence of your smile.
Even if I wrote a thousand poems,
they would still fall short,
because what I feel for you
was never meant to be written,
it was meant to be lived.
