Give this poem to whoever you think of when you read it

Do you know the feeling of reading a book?

you kind of envelope yourself within the book

its hard to think of other things

and when you're not reading it you're excited to

and while you're reading you're in this new world

where problems melt away

and certain lines make you cry and your not sure why

it just is all so beautiful

you feel safe without realizing you feel safe

until you close the book and the world comes rushing back

you have hardly even recognized that any time passed

Have you ever talked to somebody whose voice sounded like church hymns

and the sun through a stain glass window stands dull next to the like of them

and every aspect of their presence has been touched by the hand of God

sweet summer days come to play within the blueness of those eyes

hands so gentle they might have held nothing but a cloud on the surface

everything they come near roars alive and able to shine

and is held by the perpetual warmth that follows them

Now can you see

how I Love You

is far too small

there is not yet a word on earth for the feeling