When I look you in the eyes,
I travel to the depths of your soul
and you say a million things without trace of a sound,
I know that my own life is inevitable consumed
within the rhythmic beatings of your very heart.
I love you for a million reasons,
no paper would do it justice.
It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart.
It is a feeling only felt.
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