I thought of writing you a letter,
One that spoke of my heart to you,
How with you things felt better,
Where to begin I didn’t have a clue.

I wondered of the sun and moon,
Of mountains majestic and waters blue,
Of the season where flowers bloom,
Of rains with their warmth in gloom.

None of them seem to say it right,
Of what my heart feels when you call to me,
The times you remind me of myself when I forget,
I realize like a fool I didn’t need all the mockery.

All I wanted to say was so simple,
When on the white I wrote in blue,
Nothing else said it better than the three oldest words,
I love you.