How do I tell her?

[lordpat]

How do I tell her
that's she's the only thing I have,
that she's the light in my sprite,
that she's the heart in my life,
that she's the sun in my sky?

Why can't I tell her
that she's the river in my plain,
that she's the one that blows my pain,
that she's the one winging in my bird,
that she's my umbrella in my rain?

And she is,
because she is,
no matter how much I try,
I can only keep this inside.

How do I tell her
that she's the flower in my night,
that she's the tear in my cry,
that she is the brick in my fence,
that she's the only one I care?

And she is,
because she is,
and is useless that I try
because I always get lost in her eyes.

How do I tell her
that she's the fish in my sea,
that she's the grape in my field,
that she's the fruit of my tree,
that she's the honey of my bee?

And she is,
because she is,
I wrote this to conquer her,
but I know I never will.

Well, this was my first really presonal poem, I shall never give it to her.