I must say more than I Love You

I must say more than I love you. And such laughter—whispers
To the soul. You’re a love-light, the sweetest nectar. And I
Must say more than I love you. But words capture not—a
Silent pose. And syllabic prose—a dying rose. Thus the art,
A deficient light.

But steadfast, my crying soul, for love, my twinkling star. And
I must say more than I love you. For you cascade—to plummet
The heart. And gallop, my soul, a tender caress. Thus the magic,
My brilliant love; and heart to spirit, my dear beloved.

Thus asleep, my fearful mind; a touch of gold—and love divine.
And wet with tears, our sacred love, adrift the winds—that waft
Above. And bold and bright, our mystic dance, fraught with
Light—and mystic chance. Thus the heart exclaims it true:
I must say more—than I love you.