Opposable Thumbs in Twiddle

I wish you could hear this voice
of words only meant for you,
for when I come home to you;
when I come back to you.
I could speak for days of endless smiles
and I could sing you songs of forever,
but my guitar won’t speak
if my mouth keeps shut,
about coming to you.
I know i’ll be home with you,
staring down your endless smile
and singing the songs of forever.