Pretty Words

I tell you pretty words

write them out, share them with the world,

and you know they are for you,

but there is so much more to say

more than I can sort out,

maybe just more than I should.

I can't help how I want to tell you pretty words

in whispers, share them with no one but you;

I want to say them in your arms,

but the distance has me writing you poems

more than I can keep track of,

maybe just more than I can finish.

Although, who am I kidding?

I would be writing these for you anyway.