108. Trying to Describe My Love
Trying to describe my love
is a fruitless task.
It simply cannot be described;
I have used up all of my words.
But I feel that I must try
to find something more to say,
something to clarify
that my heart swells at the thought,
my sour mood swings to sunshine,
my entire existence is suddenly
so much brighter
at the thought of you.
Your name on my lips is ambrosia,
and to hear you say my name
is the sweetest sound that anyone could ever perceive.
Meeting your eyes,
falling deep mahogany brown,
I know that I am safe and sound.
Wrapped in your embrace,
surrounded by your warmth,
there is no place that I would rather be.
Oh! I love you,
have I told you
How much I love you?
It is infinite, the size of my love,
stretching to the ends of the universe and back.