evermore
I wrote
More poems
About her
Than I can
Count.
About
What loving
Her
Feels like.
About
How she
Became my
Home.
About
How I
Never
Want to
Lose her.
About
How beautiful
She is,
Even though
She can’t
See it.
But somehow,
Those words
Are never
Enough.
I’ve spent
Hours
Trying to find
Words
That are able
To describe
Her.
Nothing ever
Really fits.
She’s just
So much
More
Than any
Language
Could say.
And still,
I’m writing
Poems.
Not because
Words
Are enough.
But because
Loving her
Deserves
The attempt.
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