I write for love, for life
with the words I see fit
but if it's you I think about
I can't find the right words
for I am speechless, beguiled
by your beauty and essence

Perhaps there is none
no words, no rhymes
Or maybe there's too many
too many words, too many rhymes
so I sit here, beguiled yet again
silently, secretly admiring a masterpiece

What is more important
Than time?

I may not be able
To give you many things
But you will have
My time
My attention

What is more important
Than listening?

I can lend you
My ears

I am hearing you

I am listening to you
As you
Express your life

I may not be able
To give you the things
That you thought you wanted

But I am giving you
My life