The pressure on my chest,
Threatening to burst my heart open…
I thought it would become more subdued
And I remain overwhelmed.
A growing sense of joy that invades my entire being
An intense elation that plays with sanity; constantly
I keep trying to find new ways
To tell you, show how I feel …
Because I have said it before
The same words
As we stroll…
Whispers when we kiss…
I have said it before
But I don’t tire of it
Every time, these words taste different.
The flavours don’t just last longer
They cover a growing repertoire of rich savours
I have said it before,
And it may sound the same.
But every time the musicality changes,
The array of colours in the air is wider:
A symphony in the making.
I have heard it before.
From your lips,
As we stroll,
In a kiss whispered to my ear,
In a hug that leaves me breathless…
You’ve said it before
And every time
It feels different:
A woken dream
A door…
A new world
