I love you are the words I really want to say.

A notion of agony suppresses the fading hope, concaved throughout my mind.

It becomes permeable to ever confide in a brighter tomorrow or ever smile.

Solitary concludes my fate, as each word confined by your lips.

Are trammeled in complete confusion, distinguished by the verity of your lies.

It's inconclusive as we engage into one another's eyes,

A silent language is spoken but our self-contained emotions continue to lurk throughout our desoluted souls.

Never a word is sought, only condemned 4-ever in our minds.

Fear pertaining us both, Love saturated, indulged in every beat our hearts partake.

I love you are the words that I so relunctantly attempt to say.

Yet I stumble, and can't continue without losing my breathe. Opening my mouth but nothing escaping except regret.