Speechless

At last, I've met my match
A road block in my way
There's so much I want to tell you
That I don't know what to say
I could talk about your hair
And gush about your eyes
Sing about your personality
And all that it implies
But containing you in sixteen lines
Is a task I'm not ready for
I could fill every book with what you are
And still need a couple more
You see, the last time that we bid good night
I found that it was true
My darling, with your hand in mine
I think that I love you