I want to love you in your language.
Speak to you in touches.
Look at you with the words that fill the space between our bodies - words that will never be invented because they will be too small.
Press my cheek to our child’s cheek the way I do yours, the way my mother does mine, so that a manner of loving can be passed through generations.
And I wish that every morning you could wake up to a thousand different versions of these words,
But I hope that my sleepy mumblings will be enough in their stead.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
There are never enough words.
I love you.