If I could write you a poem,
Every hour, every minute,
To transcribe how I feel,
I would.

I ‘d let your hands touch my cheeks,
See right into my brain,
Read my thoughts, read my heart,
If I could.

I can’t always explain them,
The things that I do,
I go crazy, and selfish,
And blind.

But insane as I am,
I never forget
You’re my man,
And you’re one of a kind.

My hands,
As they stumble
Through keystrokes
Can never do justice to the warmth in your soul.

Or the way you are more
Than lips I can kiss,
Or a smile,
Or some hand I can hold.

Like a gentle roughness,
An echoing whisper,
Or an imperfection that makes something
Absolutely flawless,

You are something
So few souls can understand or fathom
That the thought of you
Makes them incredulous.

And being the uncharitable girl that I am,
You’re a treasure I won’t willingly share—
To risk something so rare, and of such high value,
Would be like walking into a snare.

For you, my dearest love,
Are not my just moon,
Or my stars,
But my radiant sunset.

Daily transforming beauty
That’s taken for granted
Into something
I’ll never forget.

Our every encounter
Is a rose among daisies—
Making memories
And never squandering time.

Though of it,
We lose track
As the clock fades into the background
Disappearing along with its chime.

But as goodbyes rush on us,
All too quickly,
And we kiss,
So reluctant to part,

I hope you always will know,
No matter how far you go,
My train of thought will always lead back
To your heart.