I can't keep making
excuses for myself
by hiding from your
incredible words
because I've been hurt before
and I'm so afraid
of these things.

All day
I can do nothing
but think about you
and how beautiful you are
and how your words
have made love to
my broken soul.

Nothing has made
more perfect sense than you.

My stupid little
arrangement of letters
has all been meant for you
and they've been waiting for
somebody to set them free.