Love Letter

I erase every sentence

That I’ve arranged a thousand times

Blank again

The page waits naked

I’m paralyzed in reflection

Incapable of accurate expression

Sentiment fraught with logic and its

Factual digression

My confidence quickly wanes when

I can’t choose the truest words

Terms that say it right

How it is I feel

I simply set out to tell you

How sweetly it is

I love you.