No Words

When time stands still,
and the horizon is caught
hanging over the hills;
the sky, a softly painted whisper
sketched in that of orange and blue,
makes a memory of nothing but you.
Of how it was and how its been,
of how you've become much more than a friend.
If only I knew you before we met,
those years spent without you, I'd rather forget.
In saying what you mean to me,
words, they fail to come,
for there still are no words
to describe,
you're the one.

T. Collins...02-15-09