I wrote a poem a year ago
It didn’t make much sense
All that could be explained
Was the overwhelming feeling of love

I thought I might get better
At putting my thoughts on paper
But it appears
I am no more apt than before

His very essence
Has worn through my words
It has made a mess of my usual writing
He has torn through the world in my mind
Leaving only the warmth of sunshine
And an overwhelming feeling of love

Even today
I cannot write well
But all that matters
Is that he understands
My overwhelming feeling of love
For him