That one word.

I need a little more help than a little bit but soon it all comes together.  I need that perfect one word that never fits. I dont't understand why this only happens around you; my stomach in knots, my head in the clouds, almost as if my feet are off the ground. My tongue is always tied never knowing what to say, not being able to keep you off my mind each day. Thinking of you brings that one perfect one to mind. The one word that fits in any little place. The word  love always fits that small space. Hoping for forever thanking God you came along. This chance of liftime is calling me home.