I can not now string sentences,
Coherent and comprehensive,
To tell how much I like you.
So I try,
I try,
In sleeplessness,
And wakefulness,
I try,
To write you a poem,
And you must know,
I haven't written one,
Not in over a hundred days,
And you must know,
I'm writing one,
Only,
For you.
I just hope my words,
Don't come across too bland,
Too boring,
Unseasoned, uncooked,
They've been in the storage,
Cold and freezing,
For long, too long,
And now I feel,
A bit of my heart
is frozen too.
Isn't it a bit chilly tonight?
Can I hug you and sleep?
For long, too long,
For as long as I can hold you tight.
For as long as you can hold me close.