Yet another sonnet phrased about love
But at a loss to find the words to write.
Is it this? Is it that? Ah, who can prove
That love is such and such: this wrong, that right?
It is all looks and smiles, as Leo once wrote.
Tender, soft looks and smiles are the words by
Which love whispers and with which now has smote
My heart and hastens me to smile, to cry,
To look, to speak with more than looks to her.
What words can express our joy and passion?
Who can compose a sentence that whispers more
sublime truths than smiles seem to fashion?
I cannot find the words with which to say
“I love you.” Know I say it anyway.


