What do I say,
That hasn’t been said about you before,
Something that’s entirely mine,
For you’re now more.
More than the romanticized version by poets,
That talk about their lovers,
With reference to you.
More than the phases,
That even make the scientists a poet,
With every new discovery they do.
More than a friend to me,
Carrying wishes to the universe,
Even the ones I haven’t thought through.
So, what do I say,
About you that anyone hasn’t said before,
For you are more than the words I ever knew.
Even if all the words have been used to describe your magnificence, I’ll always find new ways to talk about you. For you deserve more words, more poems and more love.