Need I Say Less

The truth is
I once spent hours and hours
conjuring up lengthy words
and profound expressions
to immortalize past
"love."
To make it seem extraordinary,
heavily cloaked by the
intricate
elaborate descriptions
of my creative mind.

Oh, it always appeared so grand,
all those beautiful
brilliant
empty shells.

But you made me halt.
Engines, gears, slowing
an olfactory shutting down
til it's only

peace
and quiet
and you.

And I neither want
nor need to
disturb it.

You just are.

Everything I used to try to
build
with my imagination,
and now
no longer have to.

So I shall just be.
For nowhere else
would I rather.

And nothing else
need I say.