Why can I not write of love
of storming passion
of the inner peace that only needs your touch
of the forever fear of its loss.
Why can I not write
of the emptiness of missing your bedtime embrace
of the coldness of a night without you
of the panic of waking to find you gone.
Why can I not find the words
that expose
that lay bare to you my soul
or the words of our enduring binding
winding our path together
I cannot write these words
because the words to describe our love
do not exist.
No one dares create words of that power.