Pen touches paper
And the ink begins to flow,
And in the words on this paper
You'll begin to know.
You'll know how long I've loved you,
And just how it feels
To always love you,
But to foolishly conceal.
Now it's in the open,
For all the world to see.
Written in this poem
Is what you mean to me.
Flowers and sun rays,
Paintings and songs,
None of it can say
How my love is strong.
In poetry it's presented
In a form that's pure,
But in the world it's represented
In a way that's obscure.
Love is a funny thing,
It can't be described.
But it is to be cherished,
Admired and raised high.
Why remain free?
You may find so much more
While bound up by love,
Allowing your heart to soar.
I have found in your eyes
Inspiration, security, and peace,
And when I see you my spirits rise
Because your presence is like a warm woollen fleece.
Love is forever,
Even when it doesn't last.
So, I will love you forever,
Even when this is in the past.
I love you more than you could imagine,
And even if you don't return
These feelings I have for you,
My love will never turn.
