I want to write you a love letter,
but my hand remains motionless
on the page.

Oh that I could write music!
To be able to compose a melody
that intertwines thoughts
and ideas better than any of these
words could ever hope to do.

Or perhaps paint a picture;
the swirl and streak of my brush
illustrating the explosive reds,
happy yellows,
and sobering blues
Of our relationship.

Maybe I should lead you to the
warm sands of the beach,
let you dip your toes in the
cooling water and feel the constant
advance and return of the waves
wash over your ankles and calves
and tell you that this is what my love
for you is like…constant and gentle.

Indeed,
I should do all of these things,
for they are easier than writing
a love letter.