Your actions write the words,
To the poems that I write...

I drift off to sleep,
Cuddled up under a cozy blanket...

Our hands are the perfect fit,
Our fingers link in unison...

I look at that picture,
It gives me butterflies...

You held me in your arms,
And we just lay there...

Silence so studdering,
your whimpers came next...

The want of wanted something,
that you cant have...

True colors will shine through,
from the darkness of my heart...

I wish i could write you a poem,
filled with clever words and sayings...