I'll tell them without saying it

I told my friends about you, not only now but many times in the past as well. I’ve made you to my art, carved your light into the canvases of my mind, each feature unique to yours.

You might tell me off for the flattery, but i greatly admire everything about you.

I could write prose and poetry as easy as i breathe and yet i find myself..timid. The sort of kind where i am afraid you’d see the very thoughts i think of.

Its almost absurd in a sense that i still cant grasp it; how i made 3 years of my life revolve around your very existence. Like earth to the sun, and moon to the earth.

Come, don’t leave just yet. Let’s talk all about your favorite things. 

I’ll listen to you endlessly.  

I’ll remember your words as best as this mind could recall. 

When your feet aches let me carry you home on my back. And we’ll do it all over again until you get sick of me.

In every face of a friend I find you. Just as I can see you on days where I felt a warmth close to childhood. 

You were the wonder of it all, a force that moves even the seeds of a barren heart to sprout. I’d drown myself in reveries filled with the visions of our time spent on the shores of our magic.

People talk about doing things for their beloved, but honestly I’d rather do things together with you as I find more reason and joy to simply be in your pleasant company.

Evidence stands before me, you’re every type of love.