I cannot capture perfectly in words
The sense of calm that you imbue in me.
It's in the twittering of morning birds,
The lapping waves on edges of the sea,
Soft mutterings of trees in wafting breezes,
The tinkle of a fountain overflowing,
The merest crackle as an ice cube freezes,
The whisper of the plants forever growing,
In all the world around me I can hear
The sound of how you make me feel each day.
Yet I can never quite make wholly clear
In human language what those voices say.
So there is nothing I can do except repeat
I love you, though it doesn't sound complete.
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