How do I tell you? The words fill my mind, but they are not composed as these.
They are colours, blue and green flickering flames,flickering in perfect harmonies.
They sing the songs of a slow breath in, a resigned sigh in descending thirds
The soft beat of a broken heart, still in time, these are not words.
How do I tell you that I will always take your hand. Though it may harm me.
The shattered glass that is your beings cuts deep and the blood flows freely.
Yet I feel only warmth, see only ribbons of red that dance and weave and glimmer
I see crystals and fragments of gems, I feel no pain, I thrive within this river
How do I tell you that if you mend I will still see the cracks and I will know them
As close friends and confidants, lovers that enfold my soul but do not condemn
I see you, the mosaic unfinished, the masterpiece yet undefined but hinting at divinity
A thousand shards of colour containing beauty and promise perhaps only the artist can see
How do I tell you?
I love you seems not enough.
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