If I could depict the substance of my heart,
this mass of space (this massive room!)
would brand a masterpiece of art.
If I could write,
the composition would neither start nor end,
the meaning lost on tongues of lovers.
Yet, spoken soft or written proud
your name would glow its fame out loud:
expression shining strong and sound.
If I could activate emotion,
I would sway in craze,
but movement knows not this commotion;
with solitary devotion,
I mind the thoughts.
In silence I thrill.
I love you still.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 July, 2003