Sometimes I feel like hugging you till the tightness in my chest chokes.
And I want to whisper in your ear just how much I love you,
Just how much you matter to me.
And I want to bequeath those bursting feelings to you,
So you too can feel giddy with aliveness too.
Sometimes I just want to tell you
I love you,
With such love that love itself fails short
So I don't say it.
I live it and breathe it and give it
with every ironed shirt and every breakfast pancake
with every 'stay safe' text and joking emoji message
Screaming without saying, I love you.
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
Enjoy! and thank you for taking the time to read this and maybe if you want subscribe and buy my new poetry book Whispers at Twilight
Ode to Mathematics
Simplifications, Indivisibilities, Constructivism. (I think the two three-word haikus that I have written are what Paul and partner had in mind, but I am not sure.) (The last word is more for logic, but in the subject of Logic is Mathematics in a sense for does math in its advanced forms deal with constructs of some form.)
By Mark Graham4 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
The breakfast pancakes 🥹this is so sweet, gentle, and beautiful!
Awww, this is just fabulous. I loved the “with every ironed shirt and every breakfast pancake.” So sweet💕