Too often I find myself at a loss for words
My mind empty of quaint phrases
and tired clich�s.
I search endlessly for some way
to express all that I feel for you
but I find it nearly impossible to
define emotions of such magnitude.
I could tell you that you are my sun
a beacon of such brilliance and force
bathing me in the warmth of your heart
pulling me through space and time . . .
I could tell you that you are my white knight
The one that every little girl dreams of
rescuing me from myself, holding me in your arms
riding away with me in my dreams . . .
I could tell you that without you
I am nothing, an empty shell
You are my reason for being
You are my heart, soul . . . my life.
But its all been said before
if not by me, by others
And it all only touches the edges
of what I truly feel
The best way I can think of
to explain it all
Is to simply say . . .
I love you.
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