I love you, and its more than how I feel,
Or the spin my mind is in,
Or the way I self implode
From my head down to my toe.
Its the gentle pulsing sound
As my head goes round and round
Augmented by the beat
Of my fingers, drumming on the seat.
More than the way I look at you
Or the way a flower blooms,
There are a million tiny ways
From nothing, to the little things you say.
All of that combined
In an endless stream of signs
A cocophony of sound
This feeling where my feet dont touch the ground.
Nothing so unique except when I try to speak
Your name in every word
And it all seems so absurb.
But I love you,
Ridiculous I know
But I want the world to know
And there seems no other way
But to tell you every day
In an endless stream of praise.
I love you, and I hope you understand.
