The looks were nothing compared to the words.

A love poem.

It was never his hair or his eyes.

Though i loved both.

It wasn't his car or house.

But i enjoyed the drive and the the time we spent in them both.

It wasn't the money or things he bought for us.

But i appreciated every bit of it.

What was it that brought me closer to him?

None of these things.

But his words every word he spoke.

Every little detail he used to speak to me.

The way he said things simple things had such care into each one.

But me i lacked such words.

I had such a deep passion in side of me but the words?

They could not be said.

They were stuck inside as if i said a word it would get stuck.

Just lay inside my throat screaming out.

But never be heard.

The words i felt but i could not say.

Why he spoke them so easy.

Why could i never say them at all.