Rambling but only for you

There’s only so much I could say
Without thinning the meaning
Avoiding things like “you’re everything to me”
Or “I feel like I’m dreaming”

Trying my best to digress
But it’s always to little or no avail
Damn your habit of making everything feel right
And being too beautiful not to tell

But it never seems to come out as planned
Monologues of every day and pretentious cliches
Things like “I asked God for you”
And “you’re the best part of my day”