Tongue-Tied

You seem to have a way with the words that you speak, melodic and harmonious with every other symphonic confession of your love,whispered gently into my ear, sending shivers down my spine, and leaving me speechless and tongue-tied.I have so much more to exclaim than I ever truly did admit. Words can only begin to form in my chest before they are swallowed and repressed because I got so used to every sweet flower I grew being plucked from its rootsthat I can no longer force them up the back of my throat. I’ve apologized a thousand times that the only words that I can use to appreciate you have to be written, rehearsed, and perfected, while you seem to have a way with the words that you speak, melodic and harmonious with each passionate confession of your love, shouted on rooftops, sending shivers down my spine, leaving me speechless and tongue-tied.