And this love for you
I have attached to a ribbon.
I have watched it soar
Weaving left & right above
My head.
Half-afraid to watch
Half-afraid to let go.
In the blink of an eye it was over.
The look in your eye attached to a ribbon

Darling,
asking me to explain why I love you
is like asking me to describe the color red...
Because no one can quite articulate
and it has never,
ever
been said.
You still say.
Every day.
"If you truly love me darling,
describe the color red."