What I Try To Say

My pen has gone dry,
And my pages grown thin,
My loves voice yelling still,
As I go to write again.

Timeless rhymes and rhythms,
Of the feelings I feel,
All my love I hold for you,
And how much this is real.

But as I think of what to write,
There’s just one thing I realize,
No words or rhymes neither rhythms still,
Do I need to tell you of my love.

You know it goes on,
Beyond the stars,
You know it is stronger,
Then all Mountains together.

But I repeat myself through,
All these poems for you,
Because simply no words that fit together,
Can ever tell of my love for you.

This is because no words were meant,
To describe something indescribable,
But I do know that we were meant,
To find each other and love forever.