Three syllables shouted across states,
Along with the phrase: I love you.
And I do.
Like the fish,
Swimming in the vast, blue abyss
Loves the water.
But a word is just that,
A compostition of letters,
An expression through sound.
There is no embrace,
There is no sweet kiss,
There is no hand to hold.
There are simply words,
With the promise of a hurried visit every now and then.
And these words,
Crafted so beautifully by your sheer brilliance,
They shine a bright light in the buzzing darkness.
And the hardship is well worth the wait,
When the endeavor finally ceases,
Forever will be ours.