But wait, what is love if
it cannot be said?

Hearts throb,
butterflies sore,
shivers run down your spine.

Feelings deep enough to be real
and real enough to be deep,
but yet those words cannot leave your lips, cannot take that leap.

So if those words cannot be said, do the little gestures count?

A lingering look, a touch of the hand, a laugh in happy silence.

Is it subconsciously known that this love will not last?
That it is just a dream,
almost a thing of the past.

Or is this emotion from you being lonely; craving feeling wanted.
And that's why you cannot say I love you, because the feeling is very haunted;

Possessed by thoughts of nights alone,
cooking for only one,
not invited anywhere,
Only tired and forgotten.

But wait, what is love if it cannot be said?
Perhaps it is none of these,
Maybe it is all in your head.