Words are good… for things…,
like cars and trees.
But when it comes to feelings,
they're like trying to wrap a waterfall…
or capture a breeze.
I would tell you how I feel… with signs,
like how I look at you and how I touch.
Or how I fit my dreams to my designs...,
making one bright world for us.
The truth is not in words or even deeds,
it's far too subtle to be seen or heard.
It's in the garden that supplies one's needs,
too various for any act or word.
Words are like the scent of rich perfume,
they indicate a presence in the room.
And even when you’re gone,
they linger and make me strong.