If my spirit
was a shining tear drop
falling from your eye
I would wet the whole world.

Who would lift up our sadness
to you,
evaporating
into your arms,
beloved, where pain ceases
in the warmth and care
of your everlasting love?

How fortunate we are
you exist.

I cannot find the words
to thank you,
so the limbs of my soul offer
this great understatement,
a short poem
whispered in your presence.

Ian Trousdell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awareness-i-cannot-find-the-words/