I want to tell her
That when I call her an angel
I mean it as more than a cheesy line
Or an unoriginal attempt to win her over.

I want to tell her
That she is my safety
My comfort, my rock, my rope
To bring me down to Earth.

I want to tell her
That I would give everything
Just to find some way to
Make her happy.

I want to tell her
That if I ran I would run
Straight to her and
Put all faith in her.

I want to tell her
That whether or not she cares,
I love her and it will not change
Or fade with time.

I want to tell her
That I am hers if she wants me,
In plain words,
Void of the fanciness of the flowing pen.

I want to tell her...
If you're reading this, I want to tell you

You deserve the truth:
I can't let you go, I know I'm not really what you're looking for and I know that I'm far from perfect, but I am unashamedly attracted to you. I love the colour of your skin under streetlights, I love looking at each of your eyes in turn and imagining what depths of truth lie in them. I love the sound of your laugh - with all of it's unladylikeness. I love your smile and your blunt truths. I love the warmth of your hands in mine and the feel of you wrapped around me. I love how you know exactly what I need to ease the pain. I love your beautifully caring heart, I love your words, I love you. I said I didn't know how to say it, but you were right: I needed to just...say it. Whatever this makes you think, I stand by these words, I stand by them and all they mean.

Thank you.

- May