I could write a play out of our love. A whimsical display of passion, and dolor. Draw curtains. End of Act 1. I could mould a dish out of our love. For every crack we leave along the way, we'd mend with radiantly beautiful streams of gold Our kintsugi.
I could write you a million words out of our love But nothing, not one adjective would be as close as what it is to be close to you.