These Are Our Words
Though my words cannot compete,
With the likes of Shakespeare, Shelley or Keats.
My emotions transcend all pure forms of speech;
Fighting to be heard against this ever soaring heartbeat.
I may not write a Sonnet to rival the greatest love stories ever told,
But I will take your hand,
So that we may watch our journey unfold.
If I am to pause and be rendered silent,
Know it is thoughts of you that cause my soul to brighten.
As we trust this future maybe long,
For me it is complete,
Your presence filling a void once endlessly bleak.
Words seem so meagre,
They cannot convey,
The love I have for you now and forever,
Till my dying day.
© 2013 Alana Bembridge