I woke up from a deep sleep with this poem in my head. I wrote it down as fast I could and polished it off later that morning.
Dedicated to my lovely wife.
No Words
There are no words that will convince you how much I love you.
They have not been invented yet.
The old words are too small. They bend. They break. They fall short before they ever reach you.
Words can carry feelings, but what I feel for you is wider than language, deeper than breath, older than the stars we have not yet named.
So I will say it another way.
I will kiss you good morning every day I am given.
I will hold you each time I see you, as if my arms remembered you before I did.
I will send you love in the quiet moments when I notice how much better my life is because you are in it.
And when you are not in the same room, I will text you, I love you so much, not because it is enough, but because it is the smallest true thing I can send.
This poem is made of words, and still, there are no words for what my love means.
So this is the best I can do in this moment:
I love you through the universe.
I love you in this dimension and every dimension.
I love you where words end and forever begins.
