I Can't Tell You

I can’t tell you,

What you mean to me,

The way I see you,

How important you are.

To me,

And to so many around you.

I can’t tell you,

Not because,

I don’t have the words,

Not because,

I don’t know what to say,

Not because,

I don’t know how to say it.

No,

I can’t tell you,

Any of these things,

Because,

Despite my verbosity,

My espoused love,

Of the English language,

In spite of its shortcomings,

I lack the ability,

The capacity,

The know-how,

To truly convey,

The feelings,

Welling up,

Deep inside,

At the mere mention of your name,

The emotions experienced,

When simply,

Imagining your face,

In front of mine.

Wishing,

Praying,

Desperately wanting,

To express to you,

To explain to you,

To convince you,

Of how real,

How sincere,

These thoughts are to me.

How blessed,

Honored,

Grateful,

I truly am,

Simply to have you in my life.

Purely knowing,

You exist,

Would be enough reason,

To celebrate.

But,

To be able to call you,

Friend,

Confidant,

Family,

Loved one,

Brings a smile,

Not just to my face,

But,

Cliché as it may seem,

To my heart.

Emotions,

Feelings,

So strong,

It’s a wonder,

They don’t knock me off my feet.

And please understand,

These ideas I reference,

I knowingly do so,

In platonic fashion.

Understanding,

You are otherwise engaged.

Feeling,

Somehow freer,

Having been fortunate enough,

To experience these sentiments,

Despite our relationship,

Not delving,

Into the romantic end of the pool.

Being unbound,

By such a label,

And yet,

Being able to perceive such sensations,

Allows me,

To come to know the world,

In a way,

I may otherwise,

Miss.

Whether through fault of my own,

Or not,

Such an idea matters not here,

For I know these passions nonetheless.

And I owe the thanks,

For being so intimately familiar,

With these emotions,

To you.

For it is because of you,

That I have a better grasp,

Of what life,

Can truly be.

How good life,

Can truly be.

I wish,

I could make your life better,

In every way.

Ease your struggles,

Aid you in your battles,

Support you when you feel,

Like your body wants to quit.

But above all,

My dear friend,

I wish I could tell you,

That which seems to elude me.

More specifically,

That I could truly convey,

The truths so clearly evident to me.

But not just,

To choose the right words,

In the right moments,

But also,

To choose the correct,

Tone,

Method,

With the appropriate spirit,

To ensure,

You would,

Not only hear me,

But understand me,

And most importantly,

Believe me.

Because what hurts the most,

Is knowing,

I could precisely,

And accurately,

Describe every positive aspect of you,

To you,

And yet,

The version of you,

That you see,

Would not allow you,

To accept,

What I know to be true.

So please,

With the utmost sincerity,

I hope you will believe,

That which I can’t figure out,

How best to tell you,

Explain to you,

Convey to you,

That which,

I have as yet,

Failed to convince you of,

Is the absolute truth.

You are a wonderful,

Amazing,

Spectacular,

Beautiful,

Shining example,

Of what a human being,

Should strive to be.

And while you may fail to see you,

The way that I do,

I will gladly spend my life,

Endeavoring to ensure,

Your mirror,

Reflects the you,

That I see,

Every day.

Though I may fail,

To be able to truly tell you,

I can promise you,

I will never stop trying.

I love you.