How could I ever whisper sweet nothings? No, my words are akin to Robert Brownings Words to his dearest, the eloquent Elizabeth Barret. I could never compliment you without depth and passion put into my words that is barely suppressed within me. . . How could I not admire so completely? No, my adoration, limited by physics, could never be truly expressed thoroughly though I try. My soul cries to be free, To join into one with your own. How could I not long For thee? . . How could I without you be?