The Ease of Words

Often with words I struggle
I struggle to write and rhyme
But for you my dear, I could write an entire poem on how I want to snuggle,
And on how I want to be in your presence all the time.

Often I struggle to rest
I struggle to silence my mind and calm
But with you my dear, I feel less stressed
In your presence, I haven't a qualm.

Often I struggle to see sense
For my mind is a cold, restless storm
But with you my dear, I am less tense
In your presence, I feel warm.

Often I struggle to talk
I struggle to write and rhyme
But with you my dear, I find words come as easy as it is to walk
I could write about you till the end of time.