More Than Words Can Say

to love you is undenyable, the way you entangle your fingers through mine, makes me feel some how closer to you I love waking in the morning, strange how you give me a reason to wake up. I always think that if i get ready for school early enough, i'll be able to see you longer, to hear your voice longer then usual... School, is a bore but just knowing that you're there, somewhere wondering the same halls as me, searching for my hand to hold, as i do with you, you make everything worth the while. And I love sitting with you listening to your views on life, and actually having someone willing to hear mine. But did you know that deep down, inside of my healing heart, i find my own beliefs sturing and wanting to become part of yours. I want to be a part of you... I could never, would never replace your love for anything. Not even for each star in the sky. Stars we've stared at...you've stared at, while i memorized every line, every detail on your beautiful face. Every song i hear on the radio reminds me of you, even if it never appealed to you. And sleeping in your arms. Its the only place that feels safe. Feels right. You fit so perfectly around me...like a puzzle piece. I am the puzzle, and you are the final piece the one that has magicaly completed me. You've taught me how to live. To actually live each moment for now, and not look back. Who cares what they think. Although i always find myself caring what you think. I want to please you, i want to hold you in my arms at night, and listen to you, and feel your heart beat next to mine. I want to be the one you dream of, and the one you wake up beside. I want to laugh with you, and cry with you, and wipe those tears that no one has dared to wipe. I sit up sometimes, and think. I think of where i'd be if i never met you, probably alone, probably hiding from my own shadow, or slowly dying from sadness. I think of how someone like me, could be lucky enough to find someone as caring, as devoted as you are. But most of all, i think of how much i love you and its more then these words can describethis was free-style, for my boyfriend. Written November 11th, 2001 © on Jul 05 2002 09:30 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8