I know why you are here.
You love me as none other.
You are mute in your expressions of love, for, truly, you possess no voice. Yet, your liquid eyes send a message in unassailably sharp relief, wordless paeans of love that penetrate into the inner recesses of my heart of hearts, darkened chambers that for too long were cold and insentient rooms of sheer nothingness.
As Winter awaits patiently the thaw that Spring inevitably offers a frozen landscape, so, too, the barren landscape of my aching soul has warmed, has come ablaze by means of your soundless protestations of a love for me that I wished but never imagined.
A man disfigured in body and soul awaits eternally, yes, in vain, for what you have offered me so generously, so without reservation, so without demands.
Our eyes say love while lips mouth Eternal Love . . .