Unsaid Things

Words that cannot

Here be said

I say to you.

The deeps of

What is left unsaid

I speak to you.

Without touching,

Far away as you are,

And out of hearing,

I reach to

And hold you

In all the wealth

Of love I have

Felt for you

Over the years,

          And over the

          Distances between us.

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