Expression

I could tell you that I love you
every hour of every day
of every year of the rest of our lives.
But what's the point? -
it will never ever be enough.
My feelings somehow can't
be squashed into the rigidity of words.
Instead, I will trust my happily swollen heart
to let you know in small, simple, thoughtful
gestures that will escape one by one,
sporadically, sometimes impatiently,
on impulse, whenever,
to show you what I mean
and what you mean to me XX