I could write a thousand...

I've written a hundred or so...
They rhyme, they have rythm
But they never really know...
Their voice is strong
The passion is there
They paint a picture of love
But do they compare?

The softness of your kiss
The blue of your eyes
The strength that you have,
That makes feel pride
The soul in your laugh
The warmth in your touch
They all have words but when is enough, enough?

The depth of your dimples,
The purity of your smile,
The words that you speak, that go on for miles

I've described love in many ways. ..
But it is you dear, that make me feel,
Day after day

It's the way we speak instead of yell
The comfort in our secrets
And the friendship we've always held
The understanding, of the understood
And the way we've connected, that others wish they could
It's the spark that lights the fire
The light inside that feeds our desire
The tears that follow the smile
Happiness in its truest form
Love undefined, but outlined
Free for the taking, but already took
When you choose true love, but you never had to look

I could write a thousand love songs,
Poems and words that would just be wrong
You teach me everyday. ..
Love is something that can't just be said

It's the feel of your touch
That releases butterflies
Wings on fire and flying high
It's your grip on my hand
That holds my soul
A story being written, and yet only half told
It's the look in your eyes
Of pure admiration
The beauty you bestowed, upon my barren soul

I love you beyond words
Beyond understanding
I could write a thousand poems,
I have written a thousand poems
But here in this one
My heart will stay