Loving you was a song I just couldn't sing
the notes too high, the beat to slow
Each chord individually was ecstasy
together a tirade of noise

Loving you was a book I couldn't complete
a page turner that had no end
I loved and longed for the passion on every page
but found it hard to concentrate

Loving you was a play I just couldn't understand
the actors running out of things to say
the audience anticipating the climatic plot twist
never ready for the disappointing end.

Loving you was a thought I couldn’t comprehend
Its philosophy too deep, it’s feeling too heavy
I want so badly to understand
But I’m not ready to take it all in

....incomplete, but still ready to post