Words Poem by Dave James

Words make sense in every way,
We use them each and every day,
We ask, we tell, we scorn, we praise,
We tell of life and special days,
We sing the words that tell our story,
Be they of sadness death or glory,
They stand as testament to living,
Of times of need and times of giving,
So why oh why can words not spell?
That simple line I need to tell,
Just what it is you mean to me,
And without you, just where I'd be,
For though I've searched a million times,
And tried to say in many rhymes,
The words that sit inside my heart
Just how I feel while we're apart,
I fear they really don't exist,
And won't be found on any list
But here I'll try to share my thoughts
Explain just what to me you've brought,
That breath of air from mountain high,
That sweetest sound of babes first cry,
That warming sun on aching bones,
That thought that I am not alone,
That warming smile when day has ended,
That hug that makes all bad things mended,
In fact no single words could be
Enough to say your worth to me,
So here I've scrolled them as above
My one my only true sweet love.