Words can't

You are not the source of my happiness,

Yet you make me happier,

You tell me it’s okay to cry,

You make my bad days easier.

You are my autumn fireplace,

My winter sunshine, thawing the freeze.

My colourful spring flower-orchard,

My cool summer sea-breeze.

And I wish there was a word,

For when your home finds you,

Wait, I think they call it love!

But this one’s only found by a few.

A feeling softer than a cloud,

Stronger than steel,

Rarer than diamond,

Oh! this doesn’t describe how I feel.

Words can’t describe the feeling,

Of my head resting on your chest,

As we dance to a Taylor Swift song,

And how my mind is in a peaceful rest.

They can’t show how I want to build,

Along with you, a beautiful life.

They can’t show how I sometimes think,

About someday becoming your wife.