
Loads of things,everyday,
to you always I said,
But still, some words
were never said,
Yet you know them
though i didnt say,
Every word that
I left out,
For whatever reason
it might be,
Were never meant to be
unknown to you,
I collect every word like beads,
And string them up for you,
For one day,I'll gift it to you,
so that you know,
How much I love and respect you,
And that all my feelings are always true...
