My love for you

  exists in the silence

  of my heart.

  Words, too many,

  were not heard, or received…

  or so it seems.

  My love burns

  no less bright.

  Perhaps it burns

  brighter still —

  because the clutter of language

  has ceased its expression

  and all that remains

  is light..

  You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.