Love Letters I Haven't Written Yet
One day I may pen down all the reasons I adore you.
How your eyes crinkle when you flash that cat like grin, leaving me falling through time and space all over again.
The way the sunlight reminds me of your gentle kiss or how the rain brings the feeling of your arms around me strong and secure.
The way your laughter echoes in my ears like my favorite song, I will never tire of that joyful sound.
You make the mundane extraordinary by simply existing in it.
You are walking poetry, the likes of which I could never dream to write.
You are small sighs in the morning light and whispered secrets in the dark of night.
You are fields of wildflowers and endless summer afternoons; a beautifully hazy daydream.
You are the vastness of the sky on cloudless nights, even the moon and stars marvel at you.
You are dancing barefoot in the kitchen at midnight and cups of coffee at sunrise.
You are a flurry of emotions and my rock when my world seems to crumble around me.
You howl with wolves, yet sing me to sleep with a voice like a lullaby.
I wish to write every quote that swims in my head.
Every glance that causes me to feel weak after all this time.
Every moment I fall all the more in love with you.
I would bind each page with care and wrap it in hardcover.
I would trace each word as I went, causing the paper to thin from all the times I re-read it.
Oh but my love, the world doesn't hold enough paper for such a feat.
Nor is there a publisher savvy enough to make the volumes needed to hold such words.
Truthfully, I don't believe I can summon the courage to write so bold
So instead I will write them on my heart and here they shall stay, but to others they shall remain unread.