Words. Words. Words,
the most beautiful of things.
The delight in my writing
is giving words their wings.

Wings to fly across the page,
where you can surely say,
words that make me feel
so good, each and every day.

Take these words, as written.
Place in your memory,
let yourself be smitten,
love in your own way.

I love this life,
I really do,
especially when
I'm living with you.

Here I go again,
down this old path.
Should I be serious
Or just have a laugh?

Words that begin flowing
towards paper, with pen in hand.
Are words left unspoken,
just heard in my head.
I write these thoughts, unthinking.
Free of the fear of failing,
when I send these words to thee.
Where am I now? What's next to do,
but to shelter and protect, my only you.
Where ever I go, what ever happens,
when I am around you,
it is so good for me,
I hope it is for you too.
For you are the one I love, every day.
I hope that this feeling never goes away.