LIFE Poem: It’s Always You, by Aeowynn Ayres

’m sitting here right next to you,
in the twin sized mattress we now share
thinking about
all of the ways I can tell you
I love you.
Of course, I could say it to you,
and that would suffice,
I’m sure.
But,
when I look at you,
a million other ways to say
those three short words
start to flow from my brain.

Instead,
I could tell you
that you put the stars and the moon in my sky,
and that when we are tangled up in bed,
it feels like the Earth
orbiting the Sun.

I could tell you
that when I look into your eyes,
I see the emeralds and deep blue hues
and am transported to the river banks
of a Monet painting,
leisurely observing the lily pads
in the shade that the bridge creates.

I could tell you
that you are the
bright strikes of lightning
during my thunderstorms—
creating light
in my dark and turbulent days,
and reminding me that
You
are
my protector.

Of course,
I could tell you all of those things,
and maybe
I
should tell you all of those things
But,
when I look at you,
I also lose my breath,
my train of thought,
and I am unable to conjure up the words
to tell you just
how much
I love you.
So instead,
I write these silly little poems
that you will never get to read.
And I continue to tell you that
I love you
And hope that it will suffice