What more words are there to be said?

My love for you is pure enough, isn’t it?

Is it that it feels strained? 

But it’s true, I’ll always love you more forevermore.

Prickly like thorns,

Stingy like a cut,

Warm like a hot bath,

Light like timelessness,

Sweet as candy,

Fragile as glass,

And as hazy as a dream,

Words can’t define it, can they?

I love you.