I don't know how I could tell you I love you,
because everything --
every word, every phrase,
will never be quite enough.
Even the words themselves --
I love you --
seem small, despite how much
emotion they may carry.
I suppose I'll try my best to tell you,
with the littlest words,
the littlest phrases,
all blended into one,
just like a painting on a canvas.
My love for you burns
with the intensity of a thousand
suns.
This phrase in particular
is about as close as it will get.
Except... even this,
with it's beautiful words
and deep meaning,
isn't enough.
My love for you burns
with the intensity of
a billion
suns, stars, lights, planets;
shines brigher than all the
electricity, all the light
that is ever produced.
I love you more than
all the flowers in May;
roses, sunflowers, dasies,
tulips,
and how they seem to
be greeted by the sun
and corrupt from underneath
the moist, earthly soil.
I love you more than
the color of the sunset;
blended shades of
ravishing reds,
outstanding oranges,
and bright yellows,
even some pinks
and purples
that appear as twilight
comes near.
I love you more than
all the words in the whole
world combined
into one, huge
mass of crumpled paper,
dented words,
and broken dreams.
I love you more than
the feel of the beach;
of the miles and miles
of ocean and moist sand;
more than the foam
that grips my toes
or the cool feel of the water
on my body;
more than the sun as it
smiles down upon my skin,
and the way it makes me glow.
When I tell you I love you,
I do not lie,
although it is still
a complete understatement
of what I truly feel inside.
This feeling --
this burning desire to always
be around you,
for your hand to be entertwined
with mine, for your arms
to embrace me tightly;
this feeling of being high
off of love --
is a feeling that cannot
possibly be described;
no matter how hard
one may try.
What they say about love
is true --
it can make you do crazy things.
But no situation
will ever seem crazy,
because I have a valid
reason:
You.
a.m.
