I Love You

Magnitude, the depth of sleeping oceans where bright eyed creatures, unseen by man, prisoners of prehistory, denizens of deep emotions, swim a primeval mystery unsolved and undefined. Sometimes they caper crazed and blind, lashing with trident tongues or languorously wrapping suckered limbs, engulfing the nerves, the much maligned attract of secret wicked things, the smoke of silt and dread. And still immortal words are said to motorise the mouths and eyes of men and women ruthlessly at loggerheads on ocean beds, "I love you" spoken ceaselessly in the timeless seas of time.