I'm not sure what I'm trying to say,
so I'm just going to talk.

I'll talk about how you remind me of the sun.
And how it's bright;
so bright, that it literally feeds all life on earth
with it's light!

I'll talk about how beautiful teeth are
when they're lined up in a smile.

And how good it feels to be held so tightly
that you're sure it's not just a hug,
but a sharing of everything that you are -
that within that hug is the most accepting love that you've
ever known.

I'll talk about how you make me take apart my life,
piece by piece,
so I can put it back together again,
with more understanding than before.

And I'll talk about how perplexing you are.

About how I've spent far too long trying to shape this
into some sort of comprehensible form.

But then,
I suppose that's you, too.
Always as incomprehensible as you can be.

But, I'll talk about how that's all a part of your charm!
Your adventurous, confusing,
way of living -
wading right through the moulds to find your own shape.

You're all mystery,
but you're all exactly you, too.

I'll talk about how clear it is to me how important you are.

And how I will never share that with you.
Or, perhaps I will.
But you won't know it.

And if you do,
don't think too much about it.

Because, I'm not even sure what I'm trying to say.
That's why I'm talking.