I'm trying to think of a way to say it,
That wont sound overdone.
Trying make the light of my life
Know she's the only one.
I know that it sounds jaded, seriously,
Truly I really do.
But there are so many things left to say,
When I say I love you.
She makes me think of delightful things,
More than just of her.
Like stealing kisses and angel's wings,
Truly she's my treasure.
I could not write a single romantic verse,
Without some inspiration.
I suffer from a tragic writer's curse,
That inspiration is you, my love, my light,
That brings forth such lovely words.
Thinking of you is daily a cause for delight,
For the way our desires merge.
I watch you leave me, every single day,
My heart crushed in despair.
Yet knowing your coming helps me stay,
Sane and resist despair.
Being paranoid is the biggest reason I'm still around to practice my paranoia.