Paradox

I can write about things.
I can shower it with flowery words.
I can make them rhyme.
I can make it pretty...

But then again...

No words can capture how you make me feel.

...alive?  I don't even know how you make me feel like.
All I know is that I feel something...

...when I hear your voice.
...when I feel your skin against mine.
...when look at your eyes.
...when I smell your scent.

So I just let the words flow...

For no words can capture how you make me feel.

I don't even know what I am feeling...
All I know is that I feel something.

Maybe if I try, I'll stumble upon the right words...
...to somehow define my present emotional circumstance.

And yet...I feel like I don't have to.
I guess...

I don't know...

Maybe...I love you?