My love for you


    exists in the silence


    of my heart.


    Words, too many,


    were not heard, or received…


    or so it seems.


    My love burns


    no less bright.


    Perhaps it burns


    brighter still —


    because the clutter of language


    has ceased its expression


    and all that remains


    is light..


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