Today, I punctuated my usual activities for such a day,
Such as typing up lecture notes and thinking of you,
With a small amount of musing on how we got here.

I cannot recall when it suddenly became OK for us
To say we feel as we do, or who said anything first,
Or in fact how things were before we said such things.
When and how I came to realise how wonderful you are
Is also shrouded in mystery.

However, I suppose trivial things like that are
Not immensely important, and anyway they may be
Useful in future for providing us with something
To talk about, in case we ever need a change from
Topics like raspberries, papers, spelling or
Any of the hugely uninteresting subjects I suggest.

Perhaps I should make up for my lack of
Conversational skills by complimenting you
More than I do currently. I doubt I would ever
Run out of things to say if I started to list
All the things about you that make you
Wonderful in the eyes of my heart, but
Finding words that come close to doing you justice
Would certainly be a considerable challenge.

Maybe it would be better if I told you
About all the places I want to take you to,
And all the uncharted territories I would love
For us to discover together. But then
If I'm not careful I'll start going on about
The quality haulage we'd experience in getting there,
Which would probably bore you a lot.

So I might just stick with asking you
How we came to be so close so quickly.
I think I would prefer that to pathetic attempts
At telling you just how astounding you are,
Since, as you can see from this disorganised collection
Of nouns, verbs, adjectives and the like,
I am simply not a good enough writer to succeed.

10/24/2002

Posted on 10/25/2002
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