Thousands of thoughts flit through my mind,
thousands of feelings words cannot express,
thousands of beats does this heart beat.
You speak the language of poets to me,
ever so gently do you use the words of love.
How do I describe the way these words touch me?
Caressing my soul, soothing old wounds.
My power over words does me no good,
as the limitations of language are revealed to me.
To describe the indescribable bliss,
to name the unstoppable joy of my heart,
seems blasphemous to me.