I hoped that one day

I could write

the things I always wanted

to say to you

and show to you

how much you were to me. 

But other poets 

stole my words

and in trying to recall them

I oft sound fake 

or cheap and young

and thats not how I started. 

For there are words

that fly through verse

and hit me in my heart

that call up tears

right to my eyes

and all of mine fall short. 

All the things

you are to me

and how I’m with you always

I’ll try my best

and count on them

to say what I can’t manage.