I want to tell you that I love you.
I want to tell you that my hands reach out to grasp
Some things they cannot grasp
And each one that they miss
Reminds me of you.
I want to tell you that the streets of all my veins
Run rampant with the thought
Of you and me
Singing softly
In the night
Against the overstuffed mattress,
Beneath a powdery white blanket
Where we lay entwined
And my fingers grasp at you
And you at me.
I want to tell you that I think you’re beautiful
And not because your face is symmetrical
Or because your half-smiles kills my heart a thousand times per day
And not because you’re taller than me
And your shoulders are broad
And your eyes light me up
And spark my insides like
One hundred fireworks in the middle of April
For simply no reason at all.
I want to tell you that you’re beautiful for the words you say
And the ones you don’t.
I want to tell you that I think of blossoms
And beaches
And cardboard cut out dyed-red candy-filled heart-shaped boxes
And sentimental holidays that I overlook every year.
I want to tell you that I love you,
That I don’t expect for you to love me back
Or want to reach
And grasp
And lie
And love
Me too.
I just want to tell you so you know,
Know that your soul is admired and someone wakes up with you on her mind
Every single day of the week
And that you don’t have to do anything
But remember the warmth is here for you
If ever you should need it.
