I cant paint pictures

I cant paint pictures, all I have are words

To tell you because I cant show you just what I mean....

All I have are words, I cant paint a picture in red and blues, the light shimmering the way I see it, so you can see it

I cant show you just what I mean when I say I have a big heart, because you fill it
The way it beats and it seems to fade till all I feel is a soft pressure because I love you
That its no picture at all, but colors
The way it makes me want to cry because I cant get it right
Just petty words, little words
How I want to give you more, you deserve more
Words I can tell you a story describe what I see, and petty words tell you why I see it, how I see it, a simple box
A familiar address, how it was brown simple cardboard box if it wasn't from you
My eyes lit up and I admired it, like finding a treasure that had never been seen before, knowing what's in there is beyond your dreams beyond imagination
And just looking down at the box, not wanting to open it, my, prize my secret box my gift. Tears rolling down my eyes
I could have waited forever for a gift like that, in my lap there it was
I didn't have to wait, but when you can waist for something, when you've waited, and its everything, you want to wait
Knowing it could all end with scissors or a knife to take of the tap to unravel my gift, and there it sat
Looking at it gazing running my hands over it feeling it, like seeing something so beautiful your stunned, but it wasn't in my eyes I saw it but in my heart it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen
A small cardboard box with a familiar address

Only in words can I tell you, but from a beginning to end
Even when I opened the box, my gift chocolate, CD, a letter and a aged ball necklace. That's what it was, but not quite what I saw.
I saw memories, that made me smile, he had remembered that I liked that chocolate, kit katt. I told him that along time a go dearing Halloween, we where running out and I ate all of them. He had kit katts and recess peanut butter cups. But nothing made me smile as much as I saw that necklace, I just looked at it, then picked it up slowly holding it in my hands, it was cold and so beautiful, it was his, and he had never been so close to touch but in that moment. Worn around his neck he never took it off, it was his favorite, and he gave it to me, because he wanted me to have it. Tears even now come softy but not begging like pain, warm. Reminding me if I cant put it into words, that at times we feel so much we find ways to show it in the best ways. Sometimes the only way. I love him, that's what it means. I saw a silver necklace, every ball like a silver pearl, a dark stormy gray strip down each center. The way it felt, as I ran my figure over gently, held it close then pressed it against my chest to warm it up. Reminded of past words, I was to keep it warm, take care of it. Closing my hands over it I blowing warming like I did in winter. Holding it close, it took me a while before I could put it on, I never wanted to let go of it, to stop looking at it. The letter was hand written, he told me of his many drafts, how valentines was lonely he never had anyone at this time, his search for my CD s 3 different stores. Running my figure along the letter, the words. Giving me more then what I give to him.

I can tell a story, memory share all that but I can't tell you about my heart, only prove it with petty words
When a heart no longer feels like a heart, because there are no limits, because I have so much and I give it all to you but I never lose
It's more then anything I ever known, known before you

All I have is words, simple words
I can't give you a picture, an image
But I can try, and do what I can to tell you, and if I can't make you see it, may you feel it, and just understand...

** i always try to explain just what he does to me, but i managed to tell him other things, just dont know how to say it in words what he does to my heart**