Sylvie's song

This poem is in Lewis Carroll's novel Sylvie and Bruno Concluded and I absolutely adore it. It describes the way I feel about you nearly perfectly.


Say, what is the spell, when her fledglings are cheeping,
That lures the bird home to her nest?
Or wakes the tired mother, whose infant is weeping,
To cuddle and croon it to rest?
What's the magic that charms the glad babe in her arms,
Till it cooes with the voice of the dove?

'Tis a secret, and so let us whisper it low --
And the name of the secret is Love!

For I think it is Love,
For I feel it is Love,
For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!

Say whose is the skill that paints valley and hill,
Like a picture so fair to the sight?
That flecks the green meadow with sunshine and shadow,
Till the little lambs leap with delight?

'Tis a secret untold to hearts cruel and cold,
Though 'tis sung by the angels above,
In notes that ring clear for the ears that can hear --
And the name of the secret is Love!

For I think it is Love,
For I feel it is Love,
For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!


Do these words scare you? They scare me a little. But I can't help but think the word love whenever I think of you. I feel it. I'm sure that it's true. I just can't say it yet.
If I could tell you how broken my heart has been for the past five years, then I think you might understand. Telling you is really hard though. Would you make fun of me? Would you think less of me, for having given my heart away so foolishly? Would you ever be able to love me back?
So, instead of telling you how broken my heart is, I'm waiting until I can tell you how broken it was. Because every day I'm with you I can feel it heal a little bit more.