What can I say when there are no more words to tell you how I feel? What can I do when I've done everything I can to show you how you make me feel? What can I think when there are no more thoughts in my mind to describe how I feel about losing you? Do I write a song? A song as beautiful as your aquamarine eyes when they glimmer in the candlelight on a lazy Thursday afternoon. Do I paint a portrait? A portrait as striking as your dark umber hair caressing the sides of your face where my cold hands belong. Do I pluck you a bouquet of flowers? Flowers only as natural, fresh and beautiful as your tender soul that warms me on cold winter nights. Will I ever reveal the message stuck deep inside my heart that beats to the rhythm of my everlasting love for you? Or will it be buried in the darkness of the interlocking fibers that block any escape of it ever reaching you? And will you continue to see me as only an apathetic spirit whose distant heart continues to beat on beat on beat on?