I love you with my words. .

Fading hearts and echoes tonight,
Even songs that don't seem to put me out of my plight.

I listen to my own delight, songs tonight,
That which has long gone and the feelings that have long survived.

I yearn to be a different me every day, one that I might find in you,
How you redefine the way I look, hoping you are looking for something true. 

My hand reaches yours, it grabs a moment that it can hold,
How it waits for the perfect moment sometimes, sometimes just for time to unfold.

You speak to me in earmarked pages of a book that you seemed to have read,
When I remind you, you are like bookmarks in life, that for some reasons will always be kept.

I insist on finding a new world every day, in telling you I am inspired every night,
How the best of me and the best of you, for the best of "us" put up a fight

I love you with no complexities that words can intertwine,
That can make what's close distant; and keep me aloof from this world so mine.

I love you for no reason, there's no reason that I pay such heed,
The reasons might always be there, but for some things there will be no reasons I need.

I love you like music that tonight is somehow not even composed,
Like an idea that isn't born as yet, like a thought that hasn't been proposed.

I write to you with an endless desire, like empty pages to write,
With days that might always stay in our memories still and some that in time have gone by.

I love with my words some that are about love, and yet with no rules for us to abide,
But just a friendship in time that I hope will keep the best of "us" aside.

I love you with complains and regrets that keep the friendship alive most days,
In some reasons that we are imperfect and we keep looking to make the best with that today.

I love you with no reason of mine, to keep you bound and yet so free,
No reason in the heart of time to keep you from even yourself, just for me.

I know not how or when or why the reasons we write but cannot say,
That which remains unsaid , somehow , remains beautiful all this way.

I write to you with no escape from the distant worries that fades your mind,
How I can write to you most days, but how a hug from you feels so warm inside.

I love you with no explanations still, in time my friend I hope we remain the same,
Even if the best of our lives might have gone by, but why we love will always remain.

I love you like endless poems and songs I can't seem to write to an end,
All that I do know most nights is that I love you just the way you are, my dear friend.