She needs words
She said
But what words
Can capture
This love I have
To hold it
In a box
As if eternity
Could be
Measured
By a clock
Or placed
Along a line
To be weighed
Are colors
Seen
Through their names
Or honey
Tasted
By licking letters
Posing on a page
The song sung
When her name
Dances across my heart
Is a melody
Whispered
In every breath
Breathed
By him
Who brings life
To all
It is a gift
Received
To be given
A seed
Planted
By him
Who knows
What words can mean
As well as what
They cannot say
For depths
Too deep
To be mined
By minds too bound
To earth
Too far from heaven
And its rarely mentioned
Mirth
A song woven
With dancing threads
Of sunlight
Pirouetting
On Christmas morning
Remembering
With an odd smile
A wink
And a piercing rush
Of hope
That God has come
To live among us
And finding
Her hand placed in mine
With a promise
To walk this day
And the next
Together
What words
Can I give her
To tell her
Of this love
I have
To thank her
To thank him
To hold her
While holding him
While being held
With words
Spoken
And silent
I will speak
Because
She
And she alone
Holds my heart
Forever
So if she needs words
I will find them
And even though
They cannot carry
All I hope
To say
To offer
To open
To promise
They will be hers
Words
To remind her
Of things unspoken
Which words
Cannot hold
But nonetheless are true
She needs words
She said
So may he
Who called forth light
With the first word
Spoken
Grant me ability
To open my heart
With breath
Bearing gems
However flawed
For my soul’s love
To heal her wounds
Which lesser words
Have torn
To offer comfort
Strength
And joy-filled assurance
That my muted silence
Ravaged
In days gone by
Loose my tongue
My sovereign
To sing
Of her beauty
Her grace
Her sweetness
To bathe her
In melodies
That herald my love
For her
For truly she is
My treasure
My gift
My helper
My friend
My wife

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