Speechless

I’m searching for the words to say
Just what you made me feel.
But nothing fits the poetry
You gave me.

I try a sentence in my head
And roll the sounds around my tongue.
But nothing fits the artistry
You gave me.

Thus pen meets paper inklessly
As all my flair is drained.
Stripped down to its barest bones
Until I even lose cliché.

Still the words run through my mind.

“You look good in a towel.”
“Dinner was wonderful.”
“I’d never get tired of being with you.”
“This is what home feels like.”
And what a silly, stupid, lovely thing to do.

All I want to say is;
It was nice to see you.
(I love you)