I could flip through a million pages, In a thousand books, And still not find The right phrasing The right combination Of 26 letters And 1,025,109.8 words, To describe The love in my heart for you.
I cannot find the right mixture Of sentences And paragraphs To articulate The amazement And fantastical Wonder That is the entirety Of you.
But I cannot just let "I love you" Suffice.
Because I do not give up, And I do not give in, And I will not let A language keep me From reiterating How much you mean to me.
And maybe it's sappy, And this is cliche, But all I know right now Is that your hand in mine, And me in your arms, Is the ending I so desire For this story.
I could travel To distant lands, Dangerous oceans, And unknown places, And still find not one thing good enough To describe all that you are to me.
I find comfort in books, And warmth in pages, But it is not the same comfort Nor the same warmth I find in your smile Or within your arms.