There are a great many things left unsaid,
So many of which begin with I love you
And do not seem to end.
Endless words stream like a roaring river,
Raw and relentless.
Within the confines of the mind,
Throughout it all there is only one constant,
Standing solid and untouched,
Profound and indivisible,
Engraved in every thought,
Soaked into every fiber,
There is only,