Sweetheart…
In all the words I’ve said and written, there has yet to be a time the love within me was accurately conveyed. No words can approximate what grows in my heart. Let me hold you while we drift to sleep so I can express what is impossible to speak.
From “The Love of an Unknown Soldier”by an Anonymous Writer
The things one says
are always inadequate:
it’s the touch
of live hands,
of lips pressed
to lips
that count.
I want to
hold you
and say nothing.