My dearest love

So much fear

Coursing through my veins

As I begin to question

The love I hold

So dear to me.

 

I ask of you aloud;

“What makes you so sure…?

What sets me apart from her?”

When I’m really only searching

For my own answer.

 

Why do I love you?

What makes me so sure

That this is true love?

 

The answer lies within

The simplicity of the words,

The inability to speak

Whenever you come near

Even though

I have a million things

To share on this new day.