Blank Confession

My love cannot be kept into words. Nor can it be carved with the sharpest sword. Neither can it be shaped with the most expressive cloud. It cant be voiced or screamed out loud. It is the fragrance that delights every smell. The single drop that fills the deepest well. It might be all ill have to give. But it will be there long after i leave. Its not in the softness of every perceived touch. It is everything to expect, yet not so much. My love is little but it can delight. For just a sight, it can be weak, but it can guide the light. So know that i will not boast faked beauty for you. All i say, will be nothing but the truth. I will not use any magic to trap your eyes. I will let you understand the language of disguise.