Inadequate

Inadequate

I've used my vernacular to describe pining for a love I was never meant to have.
Used it describe a love I could not myself feel or reciprocate.
Verbalized love that has come and gone from mismatched agendas.
Shared my philosophy with the world on what love is and isn't.
But, tonight, I find any words I can string together to describe you, inadequate.

The effort I have put forth to love or to be love is immeasurable.
Dragging, pulling, begging, crying, and reaching from the inside to pull out emptiness.
Yet your love is without exercise.
Naturally the words, the feelings, and the beauty flows.
I fear trivializing my feelings for you from lack of comprehension.

For now, all I can say is this.
You're crashing into my world was an unexpected answered prayer.
Every moment since has blessed me beyond measure.
No tears, no pain, no struggle, no need to explain or define.
It is simply the most comfortable place I have ever rested my head.

Anything else I might say is truly inadequate.