My love is murmurous
I do not shout for fear of being shouted down
My love is ineffable
I do not, cannot speak my mind
My love is gossamer
I do not care to braid it through my hair
My love is incipient
I do not intend to leave your side, until I can be by your side
My love is petrichor
I do not know its name, but I smell it after rain
My love is dulcet
I do not taste it anymore
My love is sick
I do not want to love you