The person I'm closest to, I can never express myself to fully,
it's tough,
But I guess that's how it is when you are in love,
You take my words away with your eyes,
and all I can speak is in the underrated language of fumes made with sighs.
Our conversations can never be too long,
your voice is like a melody in my head, the perfect song.
And I can't write this poem without a hint of jealousy because,
you're so open and free.
Yet, here I am, with my heart out on my sleeve,
I admit, this happiness, I've tried so long to achieve.
I mean, you make a writer struggle with speech,
And yet, here I am, attempting to write a poem as fluent as the flow of feelings that to me you have teached.
Though, there might be no words to explain what you mean to me,
I hope that with my continuous efforts, you'll see
In your embrace, I feel so secure,
know that I appreciate everything about you, don't doubt, it is sure.
You sweep me away with your smile;
it reminds me every time of why you're so worthwhile.
And when I feel like I don't have enough letters for words to express how you make me feel
You remind me I don't have to say anything, by delivering a kiss, signed by you, truly, to keep our love sealed.
-Hanna Guzman (2022)
