There\'s a secrecy in how I love you,
How I choose to lose you before I loose myself to you,
How I hold off all the adjectives that make me a verb for you,
There\'s a violence in how I miss you, how I\'m violently silent but when I see you my skin jumps at you,
There\'s a biology in how I\'m meant for you,
How my heart is on the left but you make all my insides feel right,
There\'s a method of how I love you, I don\'t do sketches of you, coz that\'s not how I draw you to me,
You have always been my favorite metaphor ever since the day words found me,
There\'s a way in which the strings of our hearts weave greatest of stories,
There\'s a way your blossom engulfs me, lure me to a land I do not want to leave,
There\'s a way the notes of our hearts, do rhythms longing for love,can\'t explain the way our memories tune in to this melodies,
I don\'t know how words can express this, but what I do know is that, love starts with I and ends with you, I love you.