I haven't written about you for such a long time now. By now you should know why, or perhaps you have forgotten why.
I'll reminisce, then. I remember you asking me why I haven't written a poem for so long (except for the one I emailed to myself the other day). I simply answered you, "I have difficulty in describing indescribable happiness."
I have difficulty describing my teary-eyed moments with you, while our laughter fills the whole house.
I have difficulty describing the kisses you plant all over my face, and how I would laugh uncontrollably whenever you plant a kiss on my nose (a ticklish part I never knew until you discovered it).
I have difficulty describing how I feel whenever you look at me, whenever you pout, whenever you gently hit my arm... let's just say whenever I say you're cute at what you're doing, it's exactly that -- I find it cute whenever you look at me, whenever you pout, whenever you gently hit my arm.
And then, every now and then, after all my difficulty in describing my indescribable happiness, you ask me if I'll ever grow tired of you.
Let's just say I prefer to be happy eternally, even if I can't describe it.