Have I Told You I Love You

When I think of you,
I think of all the beautiful things
I've ever seen,
all the wonderful sounds
I've ever heard,
all the gentle things
I've ever touched.

When I see you,
I see all the loveliness of the world,
and I know that all the birds,
the animals,
the plants,
the seas,
and the sky,
are but a reflection of your smile.

When I touch you,
my whole being is caught in the rapture
of the most tender experience
my senses have ever known.

When you speak,
I want to sit and cry,
as if it was the first sound I've ever heard,
as if my ears were created for that end alone,
for there is no sound I love more.

But have I told you I love you?

Have I spoken the words,
said the things you need to hear.
Have I showed you
the things you need to see,
given you the warmth
you need to feel?

Have I let you touch me
in the way I'm touched by you?
Have you felt the fires
of my desire,
the heat of my passion,
the love
in my soul?

Have I told you I love you?

I love you today,
tomorrow,
yesterday,
in a way that words
can never say.

W. James Beard, Jr.


(...because somethings we forget to say so)