Really

I seek words to explain myself, my heart, to you  
And truth is, I don't even understand  
How you touch me so deeply and yet you do  
Yet all seems beaches, tides, and castles made of sand  

There are moments your words, truths, echo within me  
Drawing forth touchstones from the common clay  
And I, at a loss for words, mutter, really  
Summing my wit and eloquence for the day  
 
But let me speak, my lips on yours, sweet kisses  
In the language of love fierce contending  
Shall I not rouse ember to flame the love that this is  
And if love, as hearts were meant to love, unending