This is not a poem meant to express my love,
But rather to convey to you the tragic lack thereof.

Not lack of love but instead, of plain articulation.
Sound of breath, the beat of your blood in circulation.
Life’s words, only heard, these remain unwritten.
Language that I long to hear will always be forbidden.

The object of my affection transcends far beyond your skin,
Your cells hold the spark, your true spirit lies within,
And I know I have the power, some of your spirit i’ve made mine,
So I could keep you with me here in the now and the divine.

But if “I love you” is a burden then, these words from you, I’ll keep.
All my adoration locked inside my crimson deep.