Some sappy love shit

It's not as if
The words flowing through my mind
Or the caress
Of your porcelain skin
Can really express or compare
But the flutter of my stomache
The syncopation of my heartbeat
Or the smile that explodes
Across my face
Maybe they can give the start
A hint
A reminder of how I feel for you
And the sore muscles and scratch marks
Suggest that you might feel that way too
But it's not just the sex
Sometimes when I make you dinner
And we just talk
Enjoying ourselves and each other.
Isn't that almost enough?