You’ve never asked me this question, but I ask myself.
Every day, I wonder, how can I tell you how much?
I begin with the cliches: “I love you as deep as a river, as high as a mountain…”
But this wrong. Wrong in so many ways.
I’ve told you that I don’t have the words to explain my love.
You said I have a way with words.
You’re right; I do.
But I don’t have a way for this.
My love for you is larger than the distance between us;
it’s brighter than the full moon on a clear night;
it’s deeper than the darkest depths before the sun rises;
it’s warmer than soft puppies breath;
it’s that spark like a twinkling star at night;
it’s that hitch in my breath when your image pops into my head;
it’s that moment when my mind wanders and it wanders into your arms;
it’s my blood;
it’s my heartbeat;
it’s all that I am,
Simply, I love you.