• I sit here, at my tablet, waiting for the words to come.
    The words to describe how I feel,
    How you make the world stop when you look at me,
    How my heart seems to go a little faster when you're around,
    How I notice little else when you enter a room.
    But no, the words seem to flow from my brain,
    Through my arm,
    And stop there,
    because nothing seems good enough to describe my love
    for you.