I can’t write something that can’t be put into words.
My love for you would require miles and miles
Of ink and paper to capture even half of what I feel for you.
You found me when I lost myself
And now we are one.
Can you describe euphoria found
In the breeze on a damp summer morning?
Can a person truly describe what it means to love?
I know that I cannot,
Therefore I won’t try as words could never do you justice.
My love, you are perfect in more ways than imaginable.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for letting me love you.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
I can’t write something that can’t be put into words.
My love for you would require miles and miles
Of ink and paper to capture even half of what I feel for you.
You found me when I lost myself
And now we are one.
Can you describe euphoria found
In the breeze on a damp summer morning?
Can a person truly describe what it means to love?
I know that I cannot,
Therefore I won’t try as words could never do you justice.
My love, you are perfect in more ways than imaginable.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for letting me love you.
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