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.