I don’t like to say I love you

To me

It doesn’t say enough

How can three measly words

Thrown into the wind without a second thought

Truly convey what I feel for you

How can the word love

So simple and sweet

Be what we use when true love is anything but

True love is what we have

And our love

Is like watching a stormy ocean from its depths

It is the first chilling breeze in a domestic winter

The fire in the eye of the lion before it pounces

The fragrance of the wildflowers after the first spring rain

It is every fleeting moment in the universe that conveys beauty

It’s not about sparking one good feeling

But burning your nerves with every emotion you can feel

Love is not simple

Love is not sweet

Love is every miraculous thing in between