I'll write you a poem if you'll write me a song.

When I think about you, the words just don't come.
And I don't know if that's a good sign or a bad one.
Because somehow, after all you've done for me, you just don't inspire me.
And I don't know why.
But maybe it's because it would take more than this complex arrangement of the same 26 letters over and over again to describe how I feel.
Because to try and explain my love would be a crime.
We have something good.
We have something special.
Lets never let go.