You don't like synonyms.
But I love, adore, revel in their verbosity.
You don't like synonyms.
But I delight, relish, worship in their volubility.

You don't like symbolism.
But I stand staring at the dark clouds which surround you.
You don't like symbolism.
But I stop and look at the ray of light filtering through.

You don't like words.
But the amorous phrases force their way out of my throat.
You don't like words.
And it was I who said the ones that ended it.