So what am I supposed to say,
When your bold confessions of love
Bubble out of your peaceful demeanor?
They are so beautiful, like roses,
And when I reach out to take them
I get stung a little by the doubt in my mind-
Could it be true, could it be true?
Ah, but who am I to not believe you?
You who has wrapped your arms around me,
You who has told me that I am, indeed, beautiful,
You who has shown me love-
More love than I am worth-
How could I ever doubt your words?
How could I ever doubt you?
So what can I say, other than "likewise,"
Or "the same goes for you?"
I am no poet-
At least, not like you are-
The words don't flow naturally through me,
They instead must be coaxed out
Like holding your hand to a cat
That is normally too shy to greet you.
So what can I say, other than "I love you,"
Or "you mean the world to me?"
What else is there to say, anyway,
That could possibly convey how I feel?
What else is there to say, anyway,
When you make me feel like music sounds,
When you make me feel like chocolate tastes,
When you make me feel like the sun on my skin
After opening the window on a cold winter's morning?
Words and warmth are not the same,
But you,
You are overflowing with both.