I wish I could think of
the right way to say
I love you...
It's like there's no possibility.
My vocabulary is far too limited
The love I feel is far too complex
And I am far too unimaginative
to give you something that hasn't been
Said a million times.
you would certainly find a way -
youve always been fantastic at words
and i wish i could borrow
some of your genius...
Every combination
Every language
Every time I try
I can't figure it out
You have made me feel like...
Like the solar system revolves around me
Like death could never take my life
Like I know the Name of the wind
... no ... i can do better
i want to keep trying
i need to keep trying because
if i cant figure it out
im going to implode
You deserve a special
I love you.
something to mimic the special
you make me feel every day
i yearn to give you that
so bear with me while i paint you
a written picture instead and
hope it can convey some semblance of
i love you:
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You are a city.
And that city, in my head,
Looks a little like... well
it's under constant construction, the
scaffolding where you expand
the buildings - your knowledge.
and despite what you might think
it's a comforting presence
between them run roads, so many intersections
all leading to different interests
but those streets have potholes - your past
experiences - and there isn't enough tar in the world to fill them.
not that it matters, because your traffic never stops and the
streets are never still; potholes and all
zipping around on those roads are cars
that get you from point A to point B - your responsibilities,
when you really need to stop for gas. it's admirable
how dedicated to those pit stops you are, and
that you still really love driving
fortunately, despite pollution - the toxicity dumped
by other people - your city is still eco-friendly. you wanted
fresh air, so on each building you install solar panels - you
never sit back and let people ruin the world
so people sit on their porches and listen to music you pipe
through the city streets, via loudspeakers you installed
because you want people to enjoy themselves - and they
absolutely love it. they show their appreciation through
smiles and laughter. how could they not? nothing can compare
In your city
I want to be a window washer
a maintenance woman
a taxi driver
a gas station attendee
an ecologist
a musician
I want to be someone involved with all you are.
You're a constant inspiration
So call me selfish, but I relish just being around you
And lavish that I get to be special to you
You deserve more than these simple three words
but for the sake of concision - your favorite, I know -
I'll simply say
I love you
