Common Ground&&Raw Emotions (If you can even call them emotions).

I just... Don't know what to say.
Hoping you'll understand.

I feel as if that if I do say something,
it will do everything injustice.
(I'm sorry I'm not a very good talker)

What is love; grief; beauty- any of those- that I can articulate?

Is it the nervousness; the sweaty palms; the welling up of tears?
Somehow, these things- though their triviality and insignificance, through their universality- do seem to recreate that same feeling in the reader as the author.

We all seem to understand, without much prompting.

And, so, I hope this will suffice- 'you warm my heart'. (Again, the trivial, pointing towards something bigger.)
I feel your pain; I smile when you do, etc. (I know I can never fully empathise or sympathise, but that's not the point at the moment) but our common humanity and friendship is not what I'm getting at- what I want to say: I am blessed to know you.
You, being those BASICS, who again, I feel I will do injustice to by trying to describe that which brings us together.

Thankyou Lord.

(I still don't know what to say.
I still don't know so many things.

Actually.
I still don't know anything.
Other times, I feel like I've got it figured out.
(But you really don't; he's got it all figured out for you.)

What... is this?
I don't know.

But I will fall at your feet, and I will worship you here.

For simply who you are- Lord of Lords. Not just all that you've given.)