words mean absolutely nothing
love transcends language
that's why she never told him
never told him of her love
and of the beauty of his eyes.
she never once doubted it
how could it be anything but real?
his affection made her shine,
his anger made her hide,
his pain made her weep.
everytime he shattered her heart
she calmly picked up the peices
carefully reconstructing
painstakiningly mending
only to have him tear it down again.
the idea to tell him came
but quickly flowed away
like a leaf falling into a raging river
her love was too beautifully painful,
too painfully hers to ever be known.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Glacian, in the year 294 AF.