How can this little space be enough to say anything to you.
How can it show you that I am wearing the chains of your love and they pin me under you, that my wrists are raw and my breathing is ragged with the need my heart soul and mind encounters with every sigh that escapes me for you.
Can you see that my hand shook while writing, and that I mulled over that comma or teased that full stop out of my desire for you.
And because these are words, I sit in front of you, so you can look up and I can kiss you and you can feel my words coursing through you too.
I love you.