How many ways are there to say I love you? Since the dawn of time we've looked for ways and yet those words say everything. Everything and nothing.
A pointless lexical jabber pouring from my lips, repeated over and over until it seems to lose all meaning.
Like light, which gives to all, yet silently. Like dark, which envelopes, yet so comfortingly.
Quiet; quiet.
I feel.
A pointless lexical jabber pouring from my lips, repeated over and over until it seems to lose all meaning.
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
I love you
Should I not say it then? Should I leave out the ancient words and speak with my soul instead? My soul, the ancient, wordless, formless form which only knows what it can feel.Like light, which gives to all, yet silently. Like dark, which envelopes, yet so comfortingly.
Quiet; quiet.
I feel.
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