Poem, isn't enough. Words, aren't enough. Letters, aren't enough. Ideas, are too much. Thoughts, can't get enough.
There'll not be a special time, special day, special moment where I can say I love you too much. Because every moment, my soul, my mind, my plans, my future, my actions are for you, because of you, and unfortunately I wasn't enough.
Tell me, why is that special someone for whom you'd do anything, can't see that they're it for us.