You say the words of love not often pass
my lips but all the words I would amass
over my life can't possibly convey
your beauty. As before the love holds sway
Đ¾ver the words of tongue and pen. I try
to find a flawless language whereby
I could speak diamonds, moons, expanses, times
about your loveliness, to pick up rhymes
with your saliva's mead, to get a font
out from the depth of hell by which I want
so badly to write down those few
words of my love I'll never say to you.