The moments without you
tick
         by
                 slowly
and I hear each beat
as they weaken without your words
that make my heart leap

at a loss

everything becomes melancholy
      bland
            grey
        hazy
but I love you like crazy
and I can’t seem to do anything
but wait

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for your sweet return

If only I could translate
the song of my heart
I’d never have to yearn
for the perfect words
to tell you how I feel

Then I wouldn’t have
this brutal storm brewing
flooding my dreams
as I burst at the seams
with emotions left unspoken

If only I could translate
the rhythm of its skipping
instead of this st
                        st
                           stuttering
slur of words you’ve heard
instead of those I want to say

And while I love you
visibly shakes your foundation
it doesn’t compare
to what my heart’s saying
only a kiss could speak those words

There’s poetry in your subtle stare
as the sun warms the crisp morning air
the slight upturn of you lips
and my tongue trips over words
because everything brewing inside me
cannot be contained
in a flimsy less than three

I can nearly read the prose behind your eyes
when you crawl inside yourself for a blink
thinking of things you wish to make real
I can feel the passion when my words draw you in
and there’s nothing you can say
as the elaborate scenes play
taking you away from the time and distance
and bringing you right next to me

There’s poetry in my heartbeat
there’s prose in your stare
and when we combine
the greatest of love stories
will write itself on our flesh

Three little words
that solidify this rushing blood
this fluttering thud
pounding in my chest and veins

Three little words
that move mountains
transcend oceans
and time and distance
and for one instant
I can feel you here with me

Three little words
yet uttered
hidden between
each stammer and stutter
glowing fervently in my cheeks
at your wink as you sink
deeper into my dreams

Three little words
that twinkle
in each crinkle of your smile
all the while your expression shouts
the three little words
your mouth has yet to say

It’s going to be a beach wedding
    (just so you know)
and the setting sun
will be the decor
a few close friends
and nothing more
because it’s what comes after
that’s worth waiting for