My Love

7/6/2023

My love, words fail every time I try to explain,

What you mean to me.

How do I explain the highs?

How do I tell you of its depths?

My love for you is the feeling while watching the sunset,

Gasping at its beauty.

My love for you is a faint breeze on a blistering day,

Sweet relief during a passionate fire.

My love is the darkness of a new moon,

All-consuming and surrounding.

It is the hope that a new dawn brings,

Lighting up the world.

In all the days we have ahead of us,

I’ll never be able to explain,

Just how deeply I feel,

Nor how far I would go for you.

--Wyatt Ridley