where are the words?

To me, your like the night. I like the night. The night is always beautiful, always cherishing, always magnificent. Each day is new, fresh, young and immature. The night is welcoming, enveloping, nurturing. A world of shade and murk, to hide in and lick old war wounds. A place for healing, outside the daylights harsh glare. There is such beauty, such romance in that darkest blue sky, the cloak made of spilt ink. Starlight glistens on a lovers touch, the soft moonlight overthrows the senses, bathing everything in its glory. The night doesnt care what you wore, or how your hair is, it doesnt judge, it doesnt console, it just accepts. A time for quiet, for peace, for tranquility, for feeling content and for listening to streams and trees whisper. A time to feel how you feel, act how you want, be who you are. Dance as though no-one can see you, sing as though no-one can hear, smile, cry, be bold, be afraid. Be free. Just be you. Thats what you let me be. You let me be who i want to be.
Please dont go. Our love is like holding a butterfly in my hand. I was terrified I'd hold too tightly and crush it, but now I've held it so loosely its drifting away on the wind, just out of reach.
You said I never told you I loved you. It's because the words dont sound enough. I need some new words to describe how I feel for you. Everything I say is a cliche, you say I love you and I reply yeah me too. How does that say whats in my soul? The feeling that I need you more than life? The words I have, the ones I can find, just dont say anything I want them too. It's like the outlines of a picture, and in my head and in my heart there's all these wonderful new colours no-one else has ever seen and I can't tell you how beautiful they are. All I can do is show you.
Please come back.
Please.