Rambunctious emotions

How can I love you so
Yet it be unspoken?
The unspoken brings distress
For that which is unspoken
Is also unheard
That which is unheard
Is then not believed


My quintessence has to be relieved
For faith comes by hearing
Love being greater than faith
Grows by affective declarations
Love is some sort of religion
It has got to be believed.
I believe it but do you?
I am a Love believer but are you?


You do not know the depth
Of my affection, nor the colour
Of my sentiment, nor the shade
Of my rambunctious emotions
Tis a whole range if you must know.
Anger that it cannot be expressed,
Heartbreak that it will not be heard,
Exultation when I speak it to me,
Jealousy that another will someday
Speak what I cannot utter.
“I love You!”


That’s all I long to say but dare not
A paper is a mute thing and writing,
Is never the same as speaking.
The letter kills,
the Voice gives Life!
Bring your ears, Oh! Your heart
Close to me and let me with an
Eternal whisper declare my undying passion