A Speech I should have given.

It's a truly unending frustration. Why it is so much easier to pour sorrow from a pen or how simple the button combinations are to expel the rage from the fingers pressing down. Now, with this in mind think for a moment; how hard is it to etch but an opaque cliff note of true happiness. 

At least for these brittle and jaded appendages, it is all but impossible; to chisel even the crudest image of the genuine bliss it is to hear your child say: I love you daddy. The words, in their fine lines and forced corners, cannot convey the vibrancy that is the actual sound. Simply the vibrations add a depth of color nor word can do justice. 

The smile itself creates a comfort so profound that the adjectives required to give it shape crumble under their own weight. The physical sensations created by a genuine and true; I love you, are all but impossible to convey through the silence of a page or a screen.

And, even at their finest the  best orators can only create manufactured misinterpretations. That are not the true moment in time that is  a truth, so true, it defines humanity. 

Is that not how we define ourselves from the animal kingdom? Does not our ability to love and cherish separate us from those who would walk on all fours? I say all fours because I imagine birds may know love, for they sing.

They sing songs of such depth and independence that, one can only assume, they understand what it is to love. Because a pure love, of which there are many, can create such music. Even in the hearts of man and woman. Love creates music, so much so that we need create instruments to better convoy what our physical bodies could not. 

May your happiness forever go unwritten. Not for its lack of depth but for its sheer insurmountable profoundness and may it create with it; such music that the world should share in your happiness.