“Words would not decscribe what I'm seeing. I try to hold my tongue but it's useless. She makes my heart scream color.”

“But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”

“It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”

“What are you doing?" she asked, trying to raise herself."First, I thought I'd show you what a pity it would be if they cut off my wicked tongue.”

“Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice.”

“There is a place for what my heart tells me about you, and there is no shame or guilt in it. God Himself is free to look in my heart right this instant and I know He would not shame or admonish me about what He would see there because the pure, ego-less truth of how I hold you in my heart deserves to be kept alive.”

“I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.”