It's hard to tell when it's late...
Sometimes one can push even fate...
Once they believe they found their soul mate.

I can bet tonight you lay awake...
Thinking of what life can give and take...
And wondering what is real and what is fake.

You see, what I have to say can't wait...
At the moment it is 7am past eight...
And the right words my mind still can't create.

Every moment I try to tell you...
Every word would come out wrong...
So I have to tell you I love you...
In a poem.

It is really just so immensely strange...
When you're away the words I perfectly arrange...
When you're near the words scatter and change.

Quickly I just run out of things to say...
My mind sits on an eternal pause of delay...
A simple sentence becomes like an essay.

Every time I think the moment is right...
The words vanish from me in full fright...
But it never seem to happen when I write.

You see, every time I try to tell you...
I can't find where the words really belong...
That's the reason I have to say I love you...
In a poem.

Please go ahead and read on if you may...
Maybe like this the right words will obey...
And the true message will display.

I think I found the way to try and tell you...
Without the words getting mixed or wrong...
I guess the real best way to say I love you...
Is in a poem.