Sitting here with pen in hand, I wonder how I should tell you. The words, they dance around and around in my head but I can’t seem to get them out right. How can I tell you that you’re all I think about at night? How do I explain that when your hand touches mine it sends a chill down my spine? I sit here, dancing with words, thinking of the little things you do that mean so much, like the way you watch me when you think I can’t see you. Sitting here with pen in hand, thinking of the easiest way to tell you. The words, they dance around and around in my head and all I can think of is I Love You!