Refrain

Time and again I try to write
The words I cannot say to you;
I know they will sound sadly trite
However they are said. They're too
Basic and too obvious
For me to find the perfect words.
It's like our parents talked to us
With metaphors of bees and birds:
You know it's coming, and I know
I ought to say it loud and clear
But silences that longer grow
Are hard to break, like this one here.
So rather than be witty, I'll
Say that I love you and your smile.