I used to love words
Before I met you
But now I hate them;
They’ll never capture you
How you look on fine mornings,
Or Sunday afternoons,
Our walks in the streets,
Our laughs on ears meet,
Our lips pressed together,
When you tell me forever

They never can tell
How all my love is yours
Or how I feel at night
Knowing I am yours

I used to love words
But then I met you
And I want to say all the things
words never knew
No dictionary can define
Nor thesaurus will find
The words I should feel
When you’re hands in mind