Our days are long, and our years are short,
But in a letter to you I’d write:
I’ve studied your face each part;
I’ve spent my time learning you right.
I see you in ways both quiet and brave,
In my mind, your every move I replay.
I’d take my thoughts to the grave,
But I think yours is better anyway.
But in a letter to you I’d write:
The tilt of your smile, the spark in your eyes,
The little gestures only I’ve known,
How softly your laughter lifts and flies.
And in those moments, I feel fully shown.
But in a letter to you I’d write once more
To tell you all I’ve learned and adore.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:46 PM UTC
Our days are long, and our years are short,
But in a letter to you I’d write:
I’ve studied your face each part;
I’ve spent my time learning you right.
I see you in ways both quiet and brave,
In my mind, your every move I replay.
I’d take my thoughts to the grave,
But I think yours is better anyway.
But in a letter to you I’d write:
The tilt of your smile, the spark in your eyes,
The little gestures only I’ve known,
How softly your laughter lifts and flies.
And in those moments, I feel fully shown.
But in a letter to you I’d write once more
To tell you all I’ve learned and adore.