How blessed and privileged I am
To be able to see your face
Even if it was just once,
Even if it was just a glance.
The thought of your voice and smile
Sets me on fire;
An unrelenting blaze
That can only be satisfied by your affection.
I could listen to your voice every hour,
Even if it were just a word.
I would waste a whole day
If only I could see you smile.
Everything you do,
Everything you say,
Fills me with such sharp passion
Like a caged bird who wishes to fly.
What a joy your soft, warm breath invokes
In the emptiest depths of my heart.
Such a gift, you are.
With your songs and laughter,
With your strength and beauty,
With your kindness and brilliance,
You never cease to make me swoon
When you merely mention my name.
I don't want to run out of words,
I don't want to be redundant,
But I can't express how much
I'd love to hold your hand.
Metaphors are too vague
And clichés lack feeling;
Other poets may say it better,
But I want to give it genuine meaning.
I fear that you'll believe
My similar phrases become a bore,
But with each letter I write,
I fall in love with you more.
