Sonnet.5

Is ‘I love you’ enough? For me, or you, Or him? Does it say all that needs saying? Or share all that needs sharing? I think not. Will it roll off my tongue and straight onto yours? A truth? Or a question? Or just vapid discourse? It tells not of the promise I find in your eyes, Or the song in your voice, although Sir, it tries. Can’t speak of the fire that burns in your skin, Or the stone of your heart which lustres within. Fails to mention your presence, your detail, your touch, The Sun in your hair, not the last straw I clutch. In the fortress your arms make, I’d freely be held, This unyielding longing just cannot be quelled. ..... But no matter, this phrase is better off dead, ..... Because to you, from me, it can never be said.