I struggle and search for just the right word,
So many fall short and mean less than intended.
A magical collection of letters written or heard,
Given from the heart and never rescinded.

I wasted so much time thinking more is better,
Yet simplicity can be such a powerful presence.
In my mind I build it letter by letter,
To make sure I capture every ounce of its essence.

Love is over-used and everyone says it,
And want is good when ordering a meal.
Crave might work but can overstate a bit,
It has to be a word that lets her know how I feel.

Desire says so much and is easy to use,
But it’s something she can see in my eyes.
Then lust is a powderkeg with a short fuse,
And I worry about my feelings it belies.

Struggle as I do whenever she’s near,
My voice quivering so it must be a sign.
I lean in close and put my mouth near her ear,
Then I wrap my arms around her and whisper.. “mine.”